Wildflower

“I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.
Sabbaths 1999 II”

― Wendell Berry

K I N T S U G I

“Did you know that pottery can be repaired with gold?” Kami asked. “Then it’s meant to be stronger than before, and more beautiful. Which is awesome, though it seems expensive.”

Her grandmother had nodded. “Makes sense to me,” she said. “Why be broken when you can be gold?”
― Sarah Rees Brennan

Triple P Eats

“My love!” Kevin said. “You must rise. Get up! Get up so far into the future, we can meet and I can go to your bakery and eat the royal hell out of your croissants!”
― T.J. Klune

P R I M A T I V E

“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did – that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that – a parent’s heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.”
~ Debra Ginsberg

C O N D I T I O N I N G

We must protect the skin of our babies, and in summer, the responsibility of tempering their exposure to heat becomes magnified. But as they get older, I find sunscreen a metaphor asking me to teach them not to be fearful of life’s rays that they not restrain themselves from swimming in the oceans of their rawness.
~ V