There are certain days which seem to cry out to be filled – mornings that plead for action – the atmosphere vibrant with expectancy and high, heroic challenge, and this was such a morning.

From Mr Pye by Mervyn Peake – Filed under Literature/Poetry/Prose

Life [exists] only because of a myriad of synchronicities that bring us to this particular place at this particular moment. In return for such a gift, the only sane response is to glitter in reply.

Robin Wall Kimmerer – filed under inspiration/death