Quietude is a state of calmness, a place of stillness, in which the seeds of love, joy and peace may quietly grow, flourish and blossom.
~ Mary Anne Byrne ~

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Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
~ Henry David Thoreau ~

~ Art "Woodland Wildflower Dreams" by Amanda Horvath

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    “I went out on an April morning
    All alone for my heart was high,
    I was a child of the shining meadow,
    I was a sister of the sky.”

    ~ Sara Teasdale
    Art: “The Spirit of Spring” by W. Savage Cooper

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    Joy
    Rabindranath Tagore

    And Joy is Everywhere;
    It is in the Earth's green covering of grass;
    In the blue serenity of the Sky;
    In the reckless exuberance of Spring;
    In the severe abstinence of grey Winter;
    In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame;
    In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright;
    In Living;
    In the exercise of all our powers;
    In the acquisition of Knowledge;
    in fighting evils...
    Joy is there
    Everywhere.

    ~ Art by Shannon Ackerson

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    Come with me into the woods where spring is
    advancing, as it does, no matter what,
    not being singular or particular, but one
    of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

    ~ Mary Oliver
    Image, Bluebell Woods, Co. Down, Ireland by Gary McParland

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    I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.
    ~ Anne Lamott
    ~ Art by Jo Grundy

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    You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes. Ah, that’s the reason a bird can sing – On his darkest day he believes in spring. ~ Douglas Malloch

    ~ Art by Karen Fields

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    A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. ~ David Steindl-Rast

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    It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

    ~ Mark Twain
    ~ Art by Janice Rogers

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    “Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work.”

    ― Marianne Williamson
    Artist unknown

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  • Yes, indeed, we and the outside World do not always coincide!

    We can always be in  Springtime!

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