“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.” The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
October 10, 2013
A present from my fur boy
Jasper is a natural born snake charmer. He finds them in the basement, no matter where they are in the basement and then he gently carries them upstairs to share with me. I hated to put this one outside because it was kind of a cold day, but he couldn't stay inside. Japser searched everywhere for that snake, he just couldn't figure out where it went...poor little fur dude.
October 1, 2013
if I were...
Todays post is inspired by lil fish studio who was inspired by Julie at moments of perfect clarity...
if
i were a month i’d be september.
if
i were a day i’d be saturday
if
i were a time of day i’d be sunrise.
if
i were a font i’d be calibri.
if
i were a sea animal i’d be an anemone.
if
i were a direction i’d be east.
if
i were a piece of furniture i’d be a rocking chair.
if
i were a liquid i’d be mercury.
if
i were a gemstone i’d be a pink tourmaline.
if
i were a tree i’d be a linden.
if
i were a tool i’d be a pencil.
if
i were a flower i’d be a daylily.
if
i were an element of weather i’d be cumulus clouds.
if
i were a musical instrument i’d be a viola.
if
i were a color i’d be spring green.
if
i were an emotion i’d be serene.
if
i were a fruit i’d be a cherry.
if
i were a sound i’d be the purr of a cat.
if
i were an element i’d be helium.
if
i were a car i’d be a 1935 bentley.
if
i were a food i’d be pumpkin pie.
if
i were a place i’d be a cabin in the woods.
if
i were material i’d be soft wool.
if
i were a taste i’d be complex.
if
i were a scent i’d be night blooming jasmine on a summers night.
if
i were a body part i’d be hands.
if
i were a song i’d be Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in D minor played at full volume.
if
i were a bird i’d be a starling.
if
i were a gift i’d be one of a kind.
if
i were a city i’d be venice.
if
i were a door i’d be ornate.
if
i were a pair of shoes i’d be burkenstocks.
if
i were a poem i’d be Nature,
the gentlest mother by Emily
Dickenson
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