The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. — Iain Thomas

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.     — Iain Thomas Advertisements

On Writing, from Mary Karr

Most great writers suffer and have no idea how good they are. Most bad writers are very confident. Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver, the bat girl in Yankee Stadium. That’s a more fruitful way to be. — Mary Karr

Thus we sit, loving the world | Lines from Mary Oliver

Thus we sit, myself thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich it is to love the world. From “The Sweetness of Dogs” in Dog Songs: Thirty-Five Dog Songs and One Essay by Mary Oliver Highway to the Moon, by Aaron J. Groen

If you ask me what I came to do in this world-

“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.” ― Émile Zola

It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time.

It’s clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds … Continue reading

Petunias, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1925

Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender. — Alice Walker

“Eat what you love” — from Maurice Sendak

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I … Continue reading

“But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time.” | On love, from Wendell Berry

“… But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time. It does not accept that limit. Of all that we feel and do, all the virtues and all the sins, love alone crowds us at last over the edge of the world. For love is always more than a little strange here. It is … Continue reading

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. (Hesse)

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, … Continue reading

To Scott from Zelda

I don’t suppose I really know you very well – but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind … Continue reading