Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation’s nakedness Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread … — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais, 49. ...
Before I became old I tried to live well; now that I am old, I shall try to die well; but dying well means dying gladly. — Seneca, Letter 61: On Meeting Death Cheerfully
“Trust that what brought you here Will take you there. The Infinite has no preferences. It kisses both the darkness and The light equally.” — The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin
Have been too busy to write and so for the near future, I’ll put up photos. As part of our journey across Europe, Abby and I decided to go husky sledding in Finland. While my arms ached for days after, I absolutely loved the experience! And even moreso, I fell in love with the huskies I rode with. And as we were making our way home, I developed terrible husky withdrawal syndrome. By the time we reached Austria I was miserable :) ...