a book of days

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe

+++ The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life. – Seamus Heaney, Elegy +++ she was bold. and

My grandmother told me, “Never hide your green hair – They can see it anyway.” – Angeles Arrien There are stories I

Look inside yourself. Everything you want, you already are. – Rumi +++ – climbing –  back into my self – finding all the pieces of

exploring london yesterday, he and i took in the city from the river by riding the thames clipper, saw the

i hear these words spoken, but don’t know their context. i keep repeating them quietly to myself like a

Whatever you have been meaning to do… It is time

Social media sites and connections {for me} simply cannot {and will not ever} replace how it feels to share a