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the true self is a disturbing character
Sometimes I want to just be alone like this bird gliding off to new adventures. Just me and the vast expanse of the world before me. I am tired of measuring my words, of factoring other people into my decisions and my life. I am weary of the people in my life crumbling when I…
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Things I Love About Myself
In this post, I said I was going to make a list of all the things I love about myself and post it here. I had forgotten about that until I ran across the list in my journal. Here is the partial list. Fortunately, every day brings new discoveries. I am enthusiastic. I am energetic….
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on this side of the mirror
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
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and so it goes
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes
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Why?
We have all heard sappy stories about things people did for others that “made a difference” in their lives. While I don’t mean to sound cynical and I am very much a believer in treating others with kindness and respect, it is also true that our culture can train us to believe that “doing for…
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I saw something about “reminiscing about the good times” today. Good idea, that. you were countless hours of conversation falling too fast (no regrets here) my heart still smiles at the thought of u
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