Saturday, January 16, 2016

Trapped

My natural giddiness has been drearified by a society that has lost its way, but I will not get lost!... I will not let the rushed, sickened world knock me over.... I walk the wellest paths of life. It is difficult, but they are beautiful.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, January 7, 2016

In the empty spaces

Our best view of age is from a winter afternoon, between bare branches of the trees.

—Terri Guillemets

Coffee sipping, rain watching

It's a rare, good morning when the most difficult thing I have to do is sip my coffee and decide which I like better — a steady, lulling winter rain, or a big-drop, splattery-plopping summer's rain.

—Terri Guillemets