Courage is the price that
Life exacts for granting peace.The soul that knows it not,
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.Nor can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion.
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.~Amelia Earhardt
Fill one pot with courage, one pot with loving kindness, one pot with contentedness, one pot with a store of the sun’s healing rays…
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Bo Mackison loves visiting Tumacacori where she often think deep thoughts.
Hope you are feeling better, Bo. LOVE your pottery images!
What a wonderful concept ~ pots filled with some of life’s neccessities. Just beautiful. 🙂
I am always intriqued by the quotes and poetry you bring to your blog. Where do you find such insightful pieces that you so nicely match with your photos and your observations? BTW – cool photo.
I’ll take one of each, please. 🙂
Another wonderful post, in words and images. I love what you’re doing with the clay pots.