In Search of Holy Places
The storm has passed. You look at the ripped out papaya trees, the mass of leaves and branches that are now your garden, the mud spattered floor, the puddles and the rags you mopped them with, and already you feel uprooted out of your day-to-day. I am grateful I only had to weather fallen trees […]
MoreI can see it. One day, when this bugger discovers books, solitary adventures, and open spaces, there won’t be anyone to draw me in a fishtail by the sea. She will be busy marching to her own tune and naming things. Out of the castle, pushing boundaries, off to open spaces. (Hopefully not with a man on a white horse.) And I won’t be the good witch with cascading stars on her fingers. I might just be a witch with a broom. Or an old hag. And I will lose my powers that can do no wrong, even forget the songs that set everything right. Except not yet. Not today.
MoreThat’s not funny. No one’s amused. You know how it is when the show’s gone too far with obscenity and you walk out disgusted, requiring a barf bag, and irked at being thought such an imbecile that you’d fall for lewdness and find it amusing? Idiotic, that’s how you perceive us. And so you put […]
MoreYou meet them sometimes. The crazy ones. The ones that that seem to you more alive than you have ever been on a frenzied day. They know exactly what to do with their lives. Fired up with a love for something, someone, and they are tireless, and full. As though propelled by life itself. And that thing that consumes them has taken root so deeply that they have built their lives around it.
MoreI love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. -Rainer Maria Rilke On my 18th […]
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The Girl and the Grail 