Fields of Spring

April 29, 2016

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― Alan W. Watts

Watermelon

April 28, 2016

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― Gaston Bachelard

All the Love

April 25, 2016

april2016-rocco-25 (1 of 1)“The true signature and perhaps even the miracle of human love is helplessness, and all the more miraculous because it is a helplessness which we wittingly or unwittingly choose;  a road we have to take against the odds.”
― David Whyte

Easter Tradition

March 27, 2016

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― Anthony de Mello

Sundays

January 10, 2016

december2015-goatgoat2-11 (1 of 1)“A fragment for my friend–
If your soul left this earth I would follow and find you
Silent, my starship suspended in night”
― Emily St. John Mandel

Christmas Morning

December 25, 2015

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― Alphonse Karr

Never Too Early

November 20, 2015

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“Rise and shine.  I’ve always held such fondness for that sweet old phrase.  As though we are all little Suns.  As though we are all someone’s Day.”  –Beau Taplin

Entourage

November 1, 2015

october2015-halloween-27-small (1 of 1)“Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up.

Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me.

Sign my death with your teeth”
― Hélène Cixous

Carving

October 24, 2015

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atop some crumbling building,
spring to life
a resuscitated
angel.”
― Saul Williams

Indian Summer

October 22, 2015

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— Jeanette Winterson