Balance. Such a simple word. Such a complex ideal.
I close my eyes, breathe, let go, and shine.
Not broken, perfected.
what if I
Peace, if only for a little while
...the shadow of my youth, in a form that never was, dances on the walls of this poorly lit shell i occupy so briefly...
Why would nature give us a self destruct mode anyway?
On the eve of each new year I reluctantly don a necklace of melancholic nostalgia the significance of which envelops me. Strung from pearls of wisdom gathered by my former […]
I take in the sight and am filled with a sense of deep peace, with the miracle of this moment. It is captured within me and I am captured within it and it lives forever. Not in the past. Not as a memory, now, because Now is all that ever exists.