235. The camera can photograph thought. ~Dirk Bogarde, English actor and writer | Sacred Touches

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life …

Source: 235. The camera can photograph thought. ~Dirk Bogarde, English actor and writer | Sacred Touches

238. Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~From the movie AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER | Sacred Touches

To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. ~Margaret Fairless Barber Events come and go weaving the …

Source: 238. Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~From the movie AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER | Sacred Touches

247. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi | Sacred Touches

Every morning is a fresh beginning. Every day is the world made new. Today is a new day. Today is my world made new. I have lived all my life up to this moment, to come to this day. This momentR…

Source: 247. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi | Sacred Touches

255. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. ~Helen Keller, American author and educator | Sacred Touches

Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t’were his own. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German writer and Politician One of my f…

Source: 255. Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow. ~Helen Keller, American author and educator | Sacred Touches

263. Don’t grieve for me now. I am free. ~Author Unknown | Sacred Touches

This post is in loving memory of Debbie Jeanne Avila , a friend and fellow blogger.  Tonight I’ve chosen bits and pieces of some of Debbie’s poetry to honor her, and because she loved my phot…

Source: 263. Don’t grieve for me now. I am free. ~Author Unknown | Sacred Touches

204. The autumn leaves drift by my window, the autumn leaves of red and gold…and soon I’ll hear old winter’s song… ~Excerpts from a tune by Johnny Mercer | Sacred Touches

There is music in the meadows, in the air… Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow… There is rhythm in the woods, And in the fields, nature yields… ~Excerpts from LYRIC OF AUTUMN by…

Source: 204. The autumn leaves drift by my window, the autumn leaves of red and gold…and soon I’ll hear old winter’s song… ~Excerpts from a tune by Johnny Mercer | Sacred Touches

218. Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Christopher Fry | Sacred Touches

A man should have a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful implanted in the huma…

Source: 218. Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Christopher Fry | Sacred Touches

231. I keep six honest serving-men, they taught me all I knew; their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who. ~Rudyard Kipling | Sacred Touches

Curiosity has its own reasons for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. ~Albert Einstein Gardening …

Source: 231. I keep six honest serving-men, they taught me all I knew; their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who. ~Rudyard Kipling | Sacred Touches