Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
Pray on the shadowy hillside of hardship and on the sunny hillside of happiness. – Terri Guillemets
Visualize your long-term goals to paint your short-term action on the canvas of now. – Terri Guillemets
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves…. The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes. – Hal Borland
There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be. – George Sheehan