Monthly Archives: July 2013

“Watch the day fade away, babe Watch the passing of Sunday (Sunday!) Watch the day fade away, babe Watch the passing of Sunday (Sunday!)….” -Ian and Sylvia Tyson, “Sunday”, Lovin’ Sound

“How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems?” –Hardin, “Hang on to a Dream”

Who or what would you be willing to die for? The sort of question which helps to set or confirm priorities and values. The sort of question which, first of all, clarifies one’s own level of self-centeredness vs. other/s. It, … Continue reading →

Something about energy and enthusiasm, chi most likely, and its movement toward…? Where is one going today? Is there a sense a movement or moving forward toward something (maybe even someone). Likely something resembling felt meaning and purpose. “This is … Continue reading →

The snow had started falling again as I walked with my limping horse on the road. Given the cars sliding past us, I decided we’d do better on the sidewalk where others were walking, just to be on higher ground … Continue reading →

“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination.”

The two-note chickadee song.

“Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray; Along the cool, sequester’d life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.”

“Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, The dark, unfathom’d caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”