Echoing Words

Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.

Mark Twain

You can’t stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

Winnie the Pooh

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Red
“Shawshank Redemption”

My Friend shall forever be my Friend,
and reflect a ray of God to me

Henry David Thoreau
A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers