Quote for Today: Norman Maclean

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Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, Image by Katherine McDaniel, 2012

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.

Norman MacleanA River Runs Through It and Other Stories

Quote for Today: Haruki Murakami

Public Domain Image via Pixabay

Public Domain Image via Pixabay

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.

Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore

Quote for Today: John Wesley Powell

Marble Canyon rest, Second Powell Expedition, 1872

Marble Canyon rest, Second Powell Expedition, 1872

I am not sure that we can climb out of the canyon here, and, when at the top of the wall, I know enough of the country to be certain that it is a desert of rock and sand. I almost conclude to leave the river. But for years I have been contemplating this trip. To leave the exploration unfinished, to say that there is a part of the canyon which I cannot explore, having already almost accomplished it, is more than I am willing to acknowledge, and I determine to go on.

John Wesley Powell, leader of the Powell expedition from Green River, WY to the mouth of the Virgin River, which lies in Utah, through the heart of canyon country, May 24th to August 30th, 1869. He retraced the route from 1871-72, this time taking photographs.

Quote for Today: Andrea Gibson

© Eus Nieuwenhuizen with CCLicense

© Eus Nieuwenhuizen with CCLicense

I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.
― Andrea GibsonPole Dancing to Gospel Hymns