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.
“We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” -Joseph Campbell
Let your heart melt. Love is worth it.
Tiny fingers on Daddy’s neck in the morning light.
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
Something I discovered in therapy is that whenever I was trying to “protect” someone’s feelings, I was ultimately trying to protect myself, my OWN tender, little girl who felt scared of the reactions of others. It’s a bit like finding a little robin’s nest with eggs in tact. We want to save it and make…