Gathering around a ring of fire in gratitude does the trick. People who express gratitude create pools of generosity in the world around them. –Martha Beck
“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
You can’t love someone into loving you if they don’t even know what love feels like, isn’t that right Emerson? “Peace is your home, integrity is the way to it and everything you long for will meet you there.” – … Continue reading
Standing by and waiting for someone to change results in playing a great role in your own suffering. I’ve finally become an active participant in creating the change I crave in my life. It’s no small feat…accepting accountability and deciding … Continue reading
Well, here we are in our idiosyncrasies and in our rareness…an am dedicated to sketching and painting our gratitude and a little stretching outdoors under the sun. Gratitude in every moment and every way…feeling full.
Raised on love, perse flowers headsThriving in abundance, a single blade in lush greenswardLasting beyond the frost, the courageous onesdashing its way in, the surprisingly obvious Not knowing what’s ahead, all that’s avoidedAll that we have, the presentSomething lost in … Continue reading
From within, a static infliction in all my cellslids soft, heart nearly stillslow, deep breath.Am I breathing or is it you breathing for me?One breath of life, percolating, bubbling from bottom to top. Out of the barn, a cleaner purer … Continue reading
Some lives stick to predictable paths. Those that dare to trek off the beaten path are most motivating and as a result most fascinating and curiously enough are not the most trodden fellas. No, their souls are alive, burning for … Continue reading
Got my ducks all lined up, the ones on the edge seemed to be dissenting. Blessed are the ones skirting the edge and thank God Almighty for those jumping the shark.
All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers, who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. -David Whyte