Lightly Child, Lightly.
You thought the happiness would appear simply, without effort or any kind of work, like a bird call or a pathside flower or a school of silvery fish – Margaret Atwood, from “Your Children Cut Their...
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The heavy is the root of the light. The unmoved is the source of all movement. Thus the Master travels all day without leaving home. However splendid the views, she stays serenely in herself. Why...
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Once outside, I quicken my step as I head to my car. I have patients to see at the office, people like me, all of us trying our best to get out of our own ways. The light on the corner is about to...
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She asks: Why do you post what you post on your blog? I had to stop, and pause for a moment. Well, it’s Morris Berman’s “tipoff…whenever a project comes to me, one that is right, that is genuine, I...
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Why not call the moment of certainty, the fleeting moment when everything that ever lived is right behind my pounding heart, why not call that moment: Beat-of-the-thousand-wings-...
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Back in my room I located some tubes of Nescafé and a small electric pot. I made my own coffee, wrapped myself in a blanket, opened the sliding doors and sat on the little patio facing the sea. There...
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Lightly Child, Lightly
The wonder of a moment in which there is nothing but an upwelling of simple happiness is utterly awesome. Gratitude is so close to the bone of life, pure and true, that it instantly stops the rational...
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I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or...
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