“Music was my refuge”

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Street Musicians, D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

 

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

― Maya Angelou

“…we’ve no money for butter”

“…When I am an old woman I shall wear purple, With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves, And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter”

— Jenny Joseph

Sage in my Garden - Douglas Moorezart, c 2015, prints: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/purple-garden-douglas-moorezart.html
Purple – Douglas Moorezart, c 2015


“There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.”

 

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Forest Light – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

 

There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.


~Leonard Cohen

Suffering is Optional

Buddha Thoughts, copyright 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

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“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

–Buddha

 

“summer to your heart”

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Summer to Your Heart, c 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay