Don’t you think it’s like our 2 hands this inner life and that outer life? Look down at them – the way they cooperate but differently nearly the same, but with inseparable dexter and sinistry. The outer life is aRead more…
Constant Noise
The Tao asks: How can you live with the constant noise of traffic? What kind of question is that? Have you ever been in an uncharted cave, say, or in a simple blond A frame in the crotch of theRead more…
A Blessing for the New Year by John O’Donohue
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, mayRead more…
Whenever He looks at you – St. Thomas Quinas
God sees nothing in us that He has not given. Everything is empty until He places what He wishes into it. The soul is like an uninhabited world that comes to life only when God lays His head against us.Read more…
Do you ever
find yourself longing for the rain? not thinking, “oh, wouldn’t it be nice if I could look out….” but actually with your body like that old hunger for sex wanting, like the lavender drooping in the pot aching for theRead more…
Spent Enough Time
Even the city is nervous high tension wires run between all the rigid structures shoulders hunched high even in the stuttering sunshine of changing seasons. Who are we, infinitessimal creatures made of weft and fragile cables to be different? WhoRead more…
Advice for Overachievers (from Icarus)
When flying the wings do not hold up the sky They push on the fallen shadow until it becomes small and the earth curves A delicious hanging from heaven. How else could it work?
Only
Only while doing do we grasp you Just in the labor of our hands you take shape Thoughts are ghosts driving us out of the glorious world. Each mind is fabricating itself We feel the edge when the scissors fallRead more…
The 2 Lives
Don’t you think it’s like our 2 hands, the inner life and the outer? Just look… at your hands, almost the same with different capacities lines, but different lines. In the outer life, I am a squirrel, Busy, frantic, obsessedRead more…
Pelican
The waves on the thin water of the bay are white speedboats, zooming, zooming in. The little sandpipers ducking and bobbing and tweeting their handmaiden dances under the watchful eye of their skylark guards, broad-winged and sharp. Just one pelican,Read more…