What if there were no regrets?
What if there were no mirrors,
no fashion magazines
no clothes
no money?
What if there were only M O M E N T S strung together
hands pressing on flesh
lovers embracing
and the love of self and L I F E
permeating
EVERYTHING?
What if our job, our P U R P O S E
was simply to
drink in the beauty
to fall in love with the world, with ourselves?
What if we are only here to learn how to L O V E ?
What would THAT look like?
Miss A is hoping to take a service learning trip to Costa Rica in the spring. She’s asking for contributions in lieu of Christmas presents this year. It’s not a vacation. She’ll be working and learning Spanish over spring break. Thanks for considering!
One Song by Rumi Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It is such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship set and waiting for us to sit down. What is praised is one, so the praise is…
breathless (your words leave me this way) crushing multi-layered longing too-good-to-be-true brilliant encapsulating all I feel in words I could never find filaments of love connecting in a measureless space between connectedness(ness) beauty enraptured I am breathless (oh yes)