You can relish a rainbow and a cup of tea, sunrise and a flock of birds, a cemetery walk and a friend's newborn, the first
blush of wildflowers in a patch of dirt and the looping rapture of an old favorite song. ... You can't mend a world, but you
can mend the hole in the polka- dot pocket of your favorite coat. They are not the same thing, but they are part of the same
thing, which is all there is — life living itself through us, moment by moment, one broken beautiful thing at a time.
~ Maria Popova in THE MARGINALIAN e-newsletter, May 15, 2022
The rock vibrates, the air is riven Like ripe fruit splayed on a summer's day The bird's song is used to call a mate, Warn of danger, find a nest... If you listen you will hear our Universal music on the street, in the air. It is not the splitting of reeds, The thrumming of strings, The thrusting of air, or tambour of skins. It is the passion and yearning to fully become that which we already are. To reach out and express... to become connected and more whole. Erase the din of noise and hear the music. It is all around.
