“If you are out to describe the TRUTH, leave elegance to the tailor.” -Albert Einstein
I am not a tailor and I have lost my tolerance for bullshit and niceties.
I can be tactless and unbelievably direct and that’s okay.
It’s better than lying.
her broken wings find reparation cage door ajar the songbird finds her song in the last whispers of winter
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….
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…
she feels overwhelmed by the demands and feelings of others and doesn’t know how to say no “Whenever we feel bad when saying no to someone, we unknowingly doubt that life has a greater plan in store for them. Allow any response of ‘no’ to convey the same loving openness as yes, so all who…
Art is a way of seeing and living and I like the way I do both.
I’m reading “The Red Book” by Sera Beak. which is basically a book about spirituality written for young women of our time. It’s fab. She calls herself a “Spiritual Cowgirl” and much of what she writes reminds me of my own thoughts/feelings/musings about spirituality. It led me to ponder mySELF today. The me that is…