Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
--John O'Donohue
Friday, June 1, 2018
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In Praise of My Bed
At last I can be with you! The grinding hours since I left your side! The labor of being fully human, working my opposable thumb, talking,...
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When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; An... -
I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silenc... -
Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was l...