The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
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The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
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Your post is like a breath of fresh air – which I needed today. Thank you. 😀
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That’s such a lovely thing to say. 🙂 I love it when I read something from the distant (or not so distant) past and it resonates so pointedly. Feeling a connection with someone, even someone through time, is powerful.
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I always enjoy your posts, with beautiful photos and script, but today it was just spot on for me.
I found out that a friend of my daughter’s committed suicide. Always hardest when the young die. But love is immortal after all.
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Oh I am sorry to hear such sad news. There aren’t many words that can help such sadness.
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Thank you. It is very hard for those left behind, particularly family and close friends. I find that taking time out in nature helps.
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Incredibly beautiful.
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Took this image on one of our walks. 🙂
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Yep, that’s one of my favorite ways to find photographs. Thank you Sylvia! Peace and wonderful blessings.
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Beautiful and true! 🙂
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Thoreau’s words are often a balm, I find.
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I just reread Walden, which I try to do every few years, so Thoreau has been on my mind, Sylvia. Your photo… one more way of saying it with flowers. –Curt
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I read this Journal every month matched to whatever month we happen to be in and find it so amazing to connect with someone from the past on such small details as loving the shape of a cranberry. You’ve given me a good idea Curt, maybe Walden should be in my “to read next” pile. 🙂
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I’m always inspired. Makes me want to go off and live in the woods. Oh, I already live in the woods. 🙂
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I think I have that same variety of zinnia. I love the way the color fades. 🙂
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Oh you are lucky to have this beauty in your garden. I saw this zinnia on one of our walks in the evenings. Just breathtaking.
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I think it was from a packet called ‘Swirls’ or maybe ‘Sprite’ which was planted next to it. Gardening is an imprecise science! 😉
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Ah a kindred spirit. I just finished walden last week
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I must read Walden again. Such a great piece of writing.
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Gorgeous gradations of pink. Terrific shot, Sylvia.
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Thank you Jane.
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This eloquent post, with the sunny zinnia and Thoreau’s divine words, was a blessing for the start of my day. Thank you, Sylvia.
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Thank you Jet, you are always so kind.
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Beautiful, both words and flower. Thank you.
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Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
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