sweet butterfly
This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself.
Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.
This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself.
Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.
Night before last my furnace stopped working. The repair person couldn’t come out until today so I was without heat over 24 hours. It is in the low thirties here in Seattle and I live in an old house with single paned windows so it’s been cold and drafty, to say the least. As I…
Photo by KnowWonNose “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a…
A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…
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…
When the words stop And you can endure the silence That reveals your heart’s Pain Of emptiness Or that great wrenching-sweet longing, That is the time to try and listen To what the Beloved’s Eyes Most want To Say. ~Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in “The Gift”)
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…