Child

RIC_9214-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


A mother's body remembers her babies - the folds of soft flesh,the softly furred scalp against her nose.
Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

Barbara Kingsolver

A walk

RIC_9855-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

   

   If you never stepped on anybody’s toes,

   you never been for a walk.

     Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson

To be hopeful

RCC_2293, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

To be hopeful,

to embrace one possibility after another – that is surely the basic instinct.

Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson

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Prayer

_DSC6813, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

I hold on to my adopted shore, chanting private vows:

wherever I am, let me never forget to distinguish want from need.

Let me be a good animal today.

Let me dance in the waves of my private tide,
the habits of survival and love.

Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson

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Adventure

RIC_9915-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Adventure is stepping through brand-new doors with your mouth shut and your eyes wide open.

Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson

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Creation

RCC_5860-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

     I am a scientist who thinks it wise to enter the doors of
     creation not with a lion tamers’ whip and chair, but with
     the reverence humankind has traditionally summoned for
     entering places of worship: a temple, a mosque, or a
     cathedral. A sacred grove, as ancient as time.
      
       Barbara Kingsolver

Hope

RCC_0978
Originally uploaded by rchoephoto

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is to live inside that hope.

Barbara Kingsolver