"Everything that is tearing us down today will become a memory, and this memory will be shared as an anecdote or a story or a poem or a play or a warning. It will be shared with another human being, who will then understand that he is not alone in his sadness. This is why we show up for others and tell our tales and listen to others. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! The great congregation meets daily, and you are someone’s angel today." Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Tennessee Williams Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I came to you by Jean Valentine, (n.d.) I came to you Lord, because of the fucking reticence of this world no, not the world, not reticence, oh Lord Come Lord ComeWe were sad on the ground Lord ComeWe were sad on the ground [via The Art Divas↱]
"Dusk fell and the cold came creeping, came prickling into our hearts. As we tucked beaks into feathers and settled for sleep, our wings knew. That night, we dreamed the journey: ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight, the sun's pale wafer, the crisp drink of clouds. We dreamed ourselves so far aloft that the earth curved beneath us and nothing sang but a whistling vee of light. When we woke, we were covered with snow. We rose in a billow of white.” ― Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Another haiku (by wegs) *This was inspired by Halloween last year. Translucent ghostlight Alone and shaking, she screams but, no one can hear
I just love this one, MR - it's a great reminder to throw caution to the wind sometimes, explore more, and figure out the details later.
I love it. I hear a train whistle from my apt every night and feel a longing to travel far away. If I could just muster the courage to do it some day..I'm a little agoraphobic I think..
