You must strive for a quiet mind. If the eyes are perpetually restless, they cannot appreciate a beautiful object set before them: they glance this way and that, and so fail to discern the subtlety of the object's form and colour. Equally, if the mind is perpetually restless, distracted by a thousand worldly concerns, it cannot apprehend the truth.
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
Sunday, 18 August 2013
I walk the garden, it is early morning. How I love the approach of autumn. Everything seems so much softer. The shadows stretch across the lawn. The robins are singing again, wrens twitter amongst the hedgerow. I find myself smiling as I think of you, and yet my heart aches. I miss you Dad.