ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scentof the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us,re-shape us, twist us, eventangle us but never break us...
Patience is a mark of truest love. Patience deepens love over time. When we open to patience like a flower, we enter the soul of matter. We marry the little strings, and together they tie and they bond, and show us how everything is connected and imbued with spirit....
What I love about this drawing by Leonardo da Vinci called La Scapigliatta (1508) is that there is a certain sense of humility and purity in her image. The messy hair and faint loose lines remind us that the sacredness of our being isn’t about being perfect as...
Purity, like devotion, may sometimes be regarded as a grand unattainable thing – high minded, even abstract. But the essence of purity, and its practice, is something we can find in our ordinary day, and in our ordinary gestures; and as you read along, dear...
“You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.” – Ernest Hemingway Fate meets us, but what unites us is our mutual, conscious choice to connect intimately. Suspended in our vulnerable moments of truth, we reveal our selves and admit that within the homes...
