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.Cherry trees and daffodils are blooming all over the valley. It must be that.
- Antonin Artau
Art: Prairie Spinx Woman by Helen Nelson Reed