Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
I will find our pretend forest and cling to your branches. Cut me into a million pieces and sew me together into patterns anew. Find shapes where movement ended. Change my story. Pull out pen and pad and write me down. Do you hear her look?
|(Dress by Daughters of Simone)|
Sunday, August 21, 2011
What if all our experiences exist to bring us closer to our being? What if all pain was welcomed and felt not necessarily with joy, but with complete fullness? What if we allowed it to be? And felt alone. And felt never alone.
And we lived. And we survive.
And we thrive. And so this too shall pass.
And so new doors open and guide us. Into an unknown.
Where new light will fill our souls.
And we will wake. And sleep. And wake. And sleep.
Vanish into space. Feel the full of empty. Allow the reeds to blow. Feel the chill and smile.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
There is always something to be grateful for. In times of pain or suffering we are brought that much closer to our blessings because we are reminded to be grateful for life.
Travel. See the world. See people. And look inward. We all share the human experience. We all know joy, pain, love, and suffering. We are all connected. Share compassion.