strength in connections
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought
Of traveling penniless to some mud throne
Where a master might instruct me how to plot
My life away from pain. to love alone
In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.
Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost
Enough to lose a way I had to take;
Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust
The will that forbid me contract, vow,
Or promise, and often while you slept
I looked in awe beyond your beauty.
I know why many men have stopped and wept
Half-way between the loves they leave and seek,
And wonder if travel leads them anywhere---
Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,
The windy sky's a locket of your hair.
Sunday comes again...
Monday, March 5, 2012
"sometimes she didnt know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know."
-Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Thursday, March 1, 2012
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.
One can only collect a few.
One moon shell is more impressive then three.
There is only one moon in the sky.
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh