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.
I could not have known what love is if I had never felt this longing. Anything done to excess becomes boring except this overflow that moves toward you. ~Rumi
I wrote this Artist’s Prayer back in 2001, long before I had conceptualized “Live Your Truth, Love Your Life”. It’s interesting to me how often that theme comes up here. Life works in mysterious ways… Dearest Spirit help me find truth and love in all of my work and my life. Bolster me with strength…
“You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things.” – Walt Whitman The same is true of love, sexuality, sensuality, men and women. Sometimes we just have to…
There’s a certain kind of beauty in tragedy but it’s not something I want to behold for long.
“There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” -Rumi