To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Friday, September 10, 2010

What Claire Said

Her: Momma, is Santa Claus real?

Me: "No, honey. He's just pretend."

Her: "Why, Momma?"

Me: "Because someone made him up."

A pondering silence, then...

Her: "I wish God had made Santa Claus. Then I could give him a flower and he could give me a toy."