… in historical research, there may be a dimension similar to the quantum dimension in physical reality. If you put any event under a microscope you will find a whole dimension of completely weird, incredible things going on. It’s as if there’s the macro level of historical research where things sort of obey natural laws and usual things happen and usual things don’t happen. And then there’s this other level where everything is really weird. — Josiah “Tink” Thompson
"a heritage of joy" indeed:
Karyl Hansen Ross passed away August 17, 2013 in Austin, Texas after a brief illness. Karyl was born in Oakland, CA to the late Elaine and George Hansen. She was preceded in death by her brother George Thomas Hansen, Jr. On June 9, 1951 she married William “Sandy” Ross. Karyl was a lifelong resident of Northern California.
She is survived her husband; her daughters, Meredith Cooper and husband Duane of Austin and Dana Neff and husband Joe of Little Rock, AR. Also surviving are 7 grandchildren; Ross Cooper and wife Cameron, Kristen Cooper, Caroline Cooper, Luke Neff and wife Megan, Kate Neff, Kristie Neff, Sarah Neff and 2 great grandchildren.
Karyl was a lovely lady, wife, and mother who cherished her family. She was a graduate of University of California Berkeley majoring in business administration. She was an active member of Chi Omega Sorority, Lincoln Child Care Center and Wonders & Worries. She and Bill had an inspirational love affair that lasted 62 years. Their relationship set the tone in the family and passed a heritage of joy and commitment to their extended family. Her quiet faith and prayer guided and supported her family and friends.
Bill and Karyl were blessed with 6 years in Austin and their Querencia community. The family would like to thank the medical team at The Hospital at Westlake Medical Center. In lieu of flowers the family has asked that contributions be made to Wonders & Worries of Austin at www.wondersandworries.org.
We should make as big a fuss tending the culture right in front of us – raising children, jury duty, block parties. — Charlie Loyd (via robertogreco)
Being a good mom, being a good dad, being a good neighbor – these things are every bit as urgent and political as self-consciously being “radical” no? — Randall Szott (goes well with Charlie Loyd)
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought. — Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night (via flyingmind) (via ironworthstriking)
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An art that heals and protects its subject is a geography of scars. — Wendell Berry, “Damage” (via robertogreco)
So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:
What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.
Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded…sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.
Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?
Those who were kindest to you, I bet.
It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder. — George Saunders from his Syracuse commencement address
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