Welcome, reader ... This blog is where faith, love and wise mind tussle with despair, shame, and confusion ... and with the best humour I can rustle up. I write here as a person who lives in the aftermath of severe developmental traumas; much of my life's work, both personal and professional, has been in the service of healing existential injury and volitional paralysis, and evolving through the grace of relation ...
~~ Mercy has no boundaries ~~ (Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy)
Take a boo at the blog; you'll find me there, in one of three guises: Pushing Fifty Gently... is where I sass, opine, and worship my cats. The Quoteable I Ching is here to honour a wisdom tradition that I follow and revere ... and A Post-Cynical Seer chronicles one soul's deeper currents and journeys. Otherwise, I'm likely to be upending my home in search of my glasses, tripping over cats as I go, and spilling my tea. I'm no longer pushing fifty ... Fifty's pushing me!
Beauty in the ruins (Hexagram 23)
-
Now that I have cooled to you
Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,
Temples soothed by the sun to ruin
That sleep utterly.
~ William Carlos Williams,
f...
I've just been done by a song.
-
*Done* as in ... out from the undertow and spat ashore. Sweet relief! I
just sat and heard Paul Simon's "Love and Hard Times" about twelve times
over ......
Whoever wrote it owns it. Please honour this, and give authors and artists credit for their creations, and let me know if you'd like to quote any of my work. Much appreciated ...
1 comments:
Is there anything softer than a horse's nose? And love the pony and kitten too.
Post a Comment