What Moves Us Forward
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn – that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”― Jane Austen, Persuasion
Do not pass by beauty aloof, asleep.
Our imagination atrophies when we don’t use it.
Wonder, awe, delight is overflowing and abundant.
New day, fresh canvas, joy to be hold and be held.
Go on, move forward, dive in.
“Wonder. Go on and wonder.”― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury