"a tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself. by sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain that flows towards it, by reaching out to the sun, the tree perfects its character and becomes great. ... absorb, absorb, absorb. that is the secret of the tree."
“you wonder what I am doing? well, so do i, in truth. days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then i sleep. what i have done, what i am doing, what i am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? that’s the feeling."
(t.e. lawrence to artist eric kennington, may 1935 )
it’s a wonderful world and you take and you give and the sun fills the sky in the space where you live it’s a day full of dreams it’s a dream of a day and your heart feels so wide and your heart feels so strong it’s a wonderful world full of wonderful things (i hear him, he’s talking out loud sometimes he whistles while walking)
david sylvian (excerpted from "it's a wonderful world")
the bird of gardens sang unto the rose, new blown in the clear dawn: "bow down thy head! as fair as thou within this garden close, many have bloomed and died." she laughed and said "that i am born to fade grieves not my heart . . . "
summer music is so different to the music of the rest of the year . . .
abdullah ibrahim - whom i first heard while in high school on records borrowed from don mills public library on a one week loan - and who was then known as dollar brand . . . playing a tune called black and brown cherries . . .
“my soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
i attend to everything, dreaming all the while.”