Spring for Illustration Friday

the man playing the harp basks in stillness as the world races by

“Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’” – Talmud These are words to live by. I honor my many angels that help me grow and I endeavor to be that angel for the entities that cross my path in life whether they are people, plants, animals or…

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…

“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…

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