“When I was the stream, the forest, when I was still the field, when I was every hoof, foot, fin and wing, when I was the sky itself, no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, for there was nothing I could not love.” Meister Eckhart

“When I was the stream, the forest, when I was still the field, when I was every hoof, foot, fin and wing, when I was the sky itself, no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, for there was nothing I could not love.” Meister Eckhart
“Yes–the springtimes needed you. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? Weren’t you always distracted by expectation, as […]
“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old. They grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Please tell me it’s not too late…
The woods are still tonight. They are not silent. Even as they empty me of the agitation I bring, they speak of a larger encircling self.
Barbara: “I like choral groups.” John: “I like coffee.”
On days like this, when nothing I think or do or scratch on paper seems enough, a return to ground…
“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was ‘thank you’, that would be enough.” -Meister Eckharts
Halloween in the Michigan woods.
“We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploration Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time” TS Eliot
Some stories don’t need to get their hair coifed or their teeth whitened before going out in public.
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