Happy the Woman

Happy the woman

and happy she alone,

She who can call today her own:

She who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst,

for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul or rain or shine

The joys I have possessed,

in spite or fate, are mine.

Not one of us upon the past has power,

But what has been, has been,

and I have had my hour.

- Horace, from Odes, Book III, xxix. (with slight modification)

If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts & lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form instead of being impelled by their force.
- Antonin Artau

Cherry trees and daffodils are blooming all over the valley. It must be that.

Sia

Art: Prairie Spinx Woman by Helen Nelson Reed