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.
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“And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.” -William Blake One of my friends recently stopped communicating with me out of the blue. I intuitively felt something was going on so I asked him why he was so quiet. He replied back telling me…
LIVE letting go washing myself of the past allowing myself to be loved by the people who are really here in the present tense DREAM allowing myself to dream again and possibly understanding what love truly means for the first time in my life LOVE loving myself turning my compassion and benevolence to myself finally
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…
Beautiful Empty Pages by Hafiz What kind of work Can I do in this world? Who would be kind enough To hire an old holy Bum, One with a great reputation For loving the charms Of the lawless And the wild artists and the lewd? Maybe I could become a poet. Maybe the Beloved Will…
photo by John McCormick I had my kids for the last week and had so many things planned, so much I thought we would do and had visioned all kinds of things that would happen. Snuggles by the fire, holiday gatherings, gingerbread-house making, etc. I imagined holiday cheer just oozing out of our experience. Then…