mystery | photography | poetry
a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
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art | divine | grace | healing | photography | poetry | quotes | the delicious now
blessings of existence
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….
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kindreds
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite. His response? “I love seeing acts of compassion.” Oh my.
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divine | grace | mystery | photography | self-excavation | truth
more chalice, less blade
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
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grace | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | self-excavation | sexuality | the delicious now
the (un)measured life
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
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grace | love | photography | pleasure | the delicious now
you don't need to say anything
This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…