I want to go all over the worldAnd start living freeI know that there’s somebody whoIs waiting for meI’ll build a boat, steady and trueAs soon as it’s doneI’m going to sail along in the dreamsOf my dear someone– Gillian Welch & David Rawlings, Dear Someone There are bigger, more far-reaching songs on the classic…
“the ocean calls for youin waves”– Kat Lehmann, Small Stones from the River South Beach has a mix of cool, wild & crazy and a hint of desperation at the edges where the homeless sleep in the shadows of pricy real estate. Taking an early morning walk, the ocean was amazingly calm, mirroring the stillness…
This earth will grow cold,a star among starsand one of the smallest,a gilded mote on blue velvet—I mean this, our great earth.This earth will grow cold one day,not like a block of iceor a dead cloud evenbut like an empty walnut it will roll alongin pitch-black space . . .You must grieve for this right…
Seek that wisdomthat will untie your knotSeek that paththat demands your whole beingLeave that which is not, but appearsto beSeek that which is, but isnot apparent– Rumi This entire blog is a work in progress. The output is the measure of the man, but the process itself is the progress. To write daily is a…
How difficult it is to die from my disbelief and kneel down to the truer underlying font of happiness waiting to break the enclosing surface, to believe in my body that I deserve the full spacious sense of not being thirsty anymore, of living a present contentment.– David Whyte, Newly Married The realization of not…
we will be remembered in the way others still live, and still live on, in our love.– David Whyte, Everlasting There’s a certain look in the eye of the next generation, both uncertain and certain at the same time. A look that says “I’ve got this” that convinces you that yes indeed, they really can…
We were born saying goodbyeto what we love, we were born in a beautiful reluctance to be here, not quite ready to breathe in this new world – David Whyte, Cleave I understand this reluctance. I wrestle with it myself. And tackle the moments as they wash over me and undermine my footing like a…
The soundof a bellstill reverberating. or a blackbirdcallingfrom a cornerof thefield. Asking you to wake into this life or inviting you deeper to one that waits. Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all, wants you to walk to the place where you…
One obvious problem with long drives is that it eats into reading time. You can solve this with audio books, of course, but then what of podcasts? As a heavy consumer of both, what do you choose? And this is where time becomes our enemy. Long drives require epic podcast episodes, and there’s nothing more…
We want the stillness and confidence of age, the space between self and all the objects of the world honoured and defined, the possibility that everything left alone can ripen of its own accord – David Whyte, Living Together I’d like to think that I’ve arrived at this stage in my life where I can…
