Dance ’round the memory tree

hearts in nature

♥ flowers holding on
♥ I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive. – Erma Bombeck
♥ early blossoms
Winters have come and gone
You know
But I’ll meet you young and free
For a dance ’round the memory tree

– “The Dance ‘Round The Memory Tree” by Oren Lavie
♥ the early morning cooing of doves
♥ rain that lasts all day
♥ tea with a friend
♥ quiet (when am I not thankful for quiet?)
♥ sweet, sticky pie filling
♥ the scent of citrus oils
♥ Everything passes away — suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will still remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes towards the stars? Why? – Mikhail Bulgakov, in The White Guard