The Yellow Door Paperie

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The Garden Shop, Columbia Road

©2014, The Yellow Door Paperie, Mary McLeish Arteche

by David Wagoner, from Collected Poems 1956-1976

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.


Hours later, Spring snow storm clearing, Tunnel View - May 25, 2012. 7:13 pm #2620 (by andrys1)

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We love horizons
but forget to love the sand
beneath our own feet.
Jobs fill your pocket. Adventures fill your soul.

Jaime Lyn Beatty 

God Moves: But you need a job to be able to have the means to go on adventures. There needs to be a balance of work and enjoyment - we were created for both.

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The grass withers and the flowers fade but the word of our God endures forever.
Isaiah 40:8 KJV  (via gillianstevens)

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Good morning Chattanooga. 

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Camping at Blue River Reservoir this weekend. Pretty fuckin rad.

Be happy with what you have while working for what you want.
But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.
Edward Fitzgerald, from a letter to W. F. Pollock, May 3, 1840 (via awelltraveledwoman)

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