The dappled sunlight dancing on the floor. 

This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.  

When all your desires are distilled You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy. Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz And mix them into your seed pouch. And when the Moon says, “It is time to Plant,” Why not dance, Dance and Sing? (Excerpted from “Your Seed Pouch” by…

I loved this gate. I took a bunch of pics of it. So very charming. 

There’s a certain kind of beauty in tragedy but it’s not something I want to behold for long.

This little piggy…

“Spirit can be made by other spirits, but matter is bound with divinity itself.” ~Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz These orbs belong to an artist whose spiritual path clearly lies in his manipulation of matter. When I asked him why spheres and balance figure so prominently in his work, he said, “I don’t know, I guess I’ve…