The sky is source sun, rain, windthe seasons And I? I spread my branchesall grace and reverence basking in magnificence
A high-school chum, storm-bound in DC due to the recent blizzard, posted this image on my Facebook timeline. Thinking of you! — at Capitol Lounge. Of course, it tickled me like foam on my mustache. But it also jogged loose a memory.
Need more laughter. And to share more of it as well.
She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
If you’re not ready To forgive yourself Practice By forgiving others If you’re not ready To love yourself Practice By loving others
Why walk the path, When you can dance it?
I cut a mango this way and always think of her. So long ago. And I let her go. The mangoes here are not so sweet. A little more bitter than Australia. Or is that also just a preferential recollection of a fading memory?
The words below, Light and Shadow, weren’t so much inspired by the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote to the right, but as I began typing out a comment on the Facebook post it was attached to, these words came out instead. The MLK quote reminds me of the Hindi word, […]
A few years ago I attended a seminar called Chicrets which was something of an “Introduction to Experiencing Chi” (Chi being the Chinese term for what you might call “life force”.) It was informative, instructive and rather surprising. After a few simple exercises designed to help us recognize the sensations […]
You didn’t stop dancing because you’re depressed; You’re depressed because you stopped dancing.