Two Maple Keys: Head up, eyes open.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Head up, eyes open.

I've been reminded recently of how wide open my life is. There's this beautiful Clarissa quote (there's always a beautiful Clarissa quote):

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

There's a sense that my life is moving once again. There's another bend in the road as my old friend Anne would say.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. - Kahlil Gibran

Part of my nerdy quote joy is finding connections. I love this idea of blossoming into your life, of unfurling. There's a sense of sweet anticipation to it. So here I am, head up, eyes open, hiking happily toward that bend in the road.

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- Ursula K. Le Guin

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― Louise Bernikow

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