All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh.
Jeanette LeeLove will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.
Jeanette LeeOut of the rhythm and sound of the sea that beat through the orchestra, something moved--pressing toward death with quiet insistent joy--the thread through the maze--the soul behind the toil and the crime and longing.
Jeanette Lee