Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
This day, in 1757, William Blake was born
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
A quote that now holds personal meaning for me, as James suggests we choose not to respond to most negativity, either in our present or stored in the attic of the past.
For time is like a fashionable host
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand
And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles
And farewell goes out sighing.
Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:
Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
–Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses