As if the chart were given.

Once upon a time,
When women were birds,
There was the simple understanding
That to sing at dawn
And to sing at dusk
Was to heal the world through joy.
The birds still remember what we have forgotten,
That the world is meant to be celebrated.

Terry Tempest Williams
When Women Were Birds
Art by Jennifer Lommers

Nothing ever seems impossible in spring, you know.
~ L.M. Montgomery
~ Art ‚Rainbow Meadow‘ by Janice Rogers

A Light exists in Spring
by Emily Dickinson
Art by Lucy Grossmith

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Colour stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.
~ Willie Nelson
~ Art by Kelly Rae Roberts

Have I ever told you about the beautiful place where we live?
We are located about a mile from Lake Minnetonka.

I heard a whisper
Coming from the trees
And, in that moment
I was gone
Gone away
To return, to where I’d come from

Poem written by Athey Thompson
Art by Susan Wheeler

From….*The Little Grey Rabbit Series* (1940’s) 🐰🐰🐰❄️
~ Margaret Tempest~ English~ Children’s Book Illustrator ~b. in Ipswich where she
attended Art School. Margaret also attended the Westminster Art School in 1914 and
became a founder of the ‚Chelsea Illustrators Club‘ She began illustrating Alison Uttley’s,
‚Little Grey Rabbit Series‘ throughout the 1920’s-1960’s. She also, illustrated a number of other books and designed Post Cards for the ‚Medici Society‘, she illustrated her own series of books: ‚Cuddly Cobbler Series‘ and ‚Pinkie Mouse‘. Margaret Tempest had a great affinity for young children and wonderfully captured their imaginations, with her creative and
colourful, illustrations ~ 1892 – 1982

„Life is probably round.“
― Vincent van Gogh (letter to his brother)

Towards the sunset. 🌅
#mediativeart
🏛 private collection @bukowskis
Mot solnedgången (Towards the sunset) Eugène Jansson
(Sweden, 1862-1915) 1894

Käthe Kollwitz (German Expressionist, 1867-1945) was born on this day.
„Woman with Orange“, 1901, etching (click on the image).
Kollwitz was the first woman to be elected to the Prussian Academy of Arts and receive
honorary professorship status in 1919. But, in 1933, the Nazi party forced her out of the
faculty. Her works were removed from museums and she was banned from exhibiting.
Gestapo threatened her with arrest and deportation to a concentration camp, but her
international fame saved her. Many of her works were lost during WWII.

„Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.“
~Mother Teresa

„It’s madness
to hate all roses
because you got scratched
with one thorn,
to give up all dreams
because one of them
didn’t come true,
to give up all attempts
because one of them failed.
It’s folly to condemn
all your friends
because one has betrayed you,
to no longer believe in love
just because someone
was unfaithful
or didn’t love you back,
to throw away
all your chances to be happy
because something went wrong.
There will always
be another opportunity,
another friend,
another love,
a new strength.
For every end,
there is always
a new beginning.
And now here is my secret,
a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart
that one can see rightly;
what is essential,
is invisible to the eye.“
🌹 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Little Prince, 1943

Hilde Domin
Die schwersten Wege
Die schwersten Wege
werden alleine gegangen,
die Enttäuschung, der Verlust,
das Opfer,
sind einsam.
Selbst der Tote der jedem Ruf antwortet
und sich keiner Bitte versagt
steht uns nicht bei
und sieht zu
ob wir es vermögen.
Die Hände der Lebenden die sich ausstrecken
ohne uns zu erreichen
sind wie die Äste der Bäume im Winter.
Alle Vögel schweigen.
Man hört nur den eigenen Schritt
und den Schritt den der Fuß
noch nicht gegangen ist aber gehen wird.
Stehenbleiben und sich umdrehn
hilft nicht. Es muss
gegangen sein.

Nimm eine Kerze in die Hand
wie in den Katakomben,
das kleine Licht atmet kaum.
Und doch, wenn du lange gegangen bist,
bleibt das Wunder nicht aus,
weil das Wunder immer geschieht,
und weil wir ohne die Gnade
nicht leben können:
die Kerze wird hell vom freien Atem des Tags,
du bläst sie lächelnd aus
wenn du in die Sonne trittst
und unter den blühenden Gärten
die Stadt vor dir liegt,
und in deinem Hause
dir der Tisch weiß gedeckt ist.
Und die verlierbaren Lebenden
und die unverlierbaren Toten
dir das Brot brechen und den Wein reichen –
und du ihre Stimmen wieder hörst
ganz nahe
bei deinem Herzen.
Bild: Steve McCurry

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