
What Day is it?

“There are patterns which emerge in one’s life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme.” Jacqueline Carey
“Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.” Shannon Celebi
“All beings are flowers blossoming in a blossoming universe.” Soen Nakagawa
“A fool sees himself as another, but a wise man sees others as himself.” Dōgen
“Perfection itself is a flaw, an odd knot in the cosmic fabric of evenly-braided imperfections.” Khayri R.R. Woulfe
“When you are sitting in the middle of your own problem, which is more real to you: your problem or you yourself?” Shunryu Suzuki
“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.” Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“I am two people. One goes through the motions, rolling from one thing to the next; the other is withdrawn, watching a complete stranger.” Doug Cooper
Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold.” Neil Gaiman
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” Charles Dickens