Love

Rainbow on ceiling, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Who is the victim here?
Love is the victim.

Who is the villain?

Love that never dies.

Erica Jong,

Parable of the Four-Poster

Companions

Mural 1 Annex, Toronto (2013, 5.19), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

e. e. cummings

Remembering

Freelton, Ontario 1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     The earth is created, and moves us
     on our journey
     toward remembering.

        Susan Litwak, 
        Tonight Everyone in the World Is Dreaming the Same Dream

Tender Care

Tulip 3 (2013, 5.10), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

I See Your Face

RIC_4973-2, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     To each
     To each
     To each
     I know
     There will be faces
     with yours and mine.

        Ben Okri, I See Your Face

Opening

Garden Centre 6 (2013, 5.20), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


No bird can fly
without opening its wings,
and no one can love
without exposing their heart.

Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening

Understanding

Garden Centre 3 (2013, 5.20), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     Without understanding there cannot be true love, 
     and without love there cannot be true
     understanding.

        Thich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha, Living Christ

Water

Mural 2 Annex, Toronto (2013, 5.19), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


When you only see waves, you might miss the water. 
But if you are mindful, you will be able to touch water
within the waves as well. 

Thich Nhat Hanh, Living Buddha Living Christ

Forgiveness

Tulip 12(2013, 5.10), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Forgiveness is the act of admitting we are like other people. 

Christina Baldwin

Arrival

Mural 5 Annex, Toronto (2013, 5.19), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive. 

Bill Watterson

Seeing

Garden Centre 2 (2013, 5.20), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     Never be so focused on what you're looking for 
     that you overlook the things you actually find. 

        Ann Patchett, State of Wonder

Love

Peaktop Chinese Restaurant 2, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Love consists in this, 
that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letter to a Young Poet

Enough

Pre-dessert, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Enough is as good as a feast.

John Heywood

Wisdom

Thoughtful, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Wisdom is not bought.

African proverb

Truth

Tulip 5 (2013, 5.10), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Truth is truth

To the end of reckoning.

William Shakespeare

Resurrection

Wall 3, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Only where graves are is there resurrection.

Karl Barth

Word

Tulip 1 (2013, 5.10), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     A word is dead
     When it is said,
     Some say.
     I say it just begins
     to live that day.

        Emily Dickinson

Arrival

RIC_3556-1, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.

Every step an arrival.

Denise Levertov, 

Overland to the Island

Love

Tulip (2013, 5.6), a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


     Love is just a word
     until someone comes along
     and gives it meaning.

        Paulo Coelho

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