Tuesday, September 6, 2011


A fellow blogger sent this quote to me today. It’s called: SymphonyI read it slowly during the quiet hours of the early morning. The windows are all open in the house today. It feels like Fall. Summer has left us as quickly as she came. And all I could hear were the crickets in the field as I read and pondered Henry’s words. Sweet nature, ponderous word, what a gift. Thankful.


To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common -- this is my symphony. ~William Henry Channing

It’s lovely, isn’t it?

Until next time,