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True love.

March 17, 2018


March 10, 2018

What are you saying?


February 18, 2018

February 16, 2018


January 23, 2018


January 19, 2018





Spirits Rebellious

January 17, 2018

The next day I left for the fields where silence reveals to the soul that which the spirit desires, and where the pure sky kills the germs of despair, nursed in the city by the narrow streets and obscured places.

Khalil Gibran

P. 34

[photo: Picabo, Idaho]

This day.

January 16, 2018

‘I affirm that this is the day that God has made, that it is good, and that I find fulfillment in it.’ Psalms/Science of Mind

’The more spacious and larger our fundamental nature, the more bearable the pains in living.’ -Wayne Muller

’The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you ar e in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.’ -Mark Nepo

Even if we don’t get a thunderbolt to the mind, we can know that wisdom walks with us every step of the way. -Rev. Dr. Margaret Stortz

[Photo: South-Central Idaho]


Collective mantra for 2018.

January 13, 2018


The qualifications of being honest and having strong moral principles; moral uprightness. It is generally a personal choice to hold oneself to consistent moral and ethical standards.

What are you feeling?

What is the country that you long for?

As your bravest self, what do you do now?

Photo: Esalen

Questions: On Being/Civil Conversations Project

‘…a language no one hears.’

January 8, 2018

19th & Irving

I wake this morning with a sadness.

Can’t find it. Can’t shake it. But with

my third coffee, I notice the French doors on the balcony across the street,

slightly open.

They seem to speak in a language no one hears

unless sad. Suddenly, the whole world depends

on the thin opening of these doors: on what

they let in, on what they let out. Like my mind,

or your heart. All day I look for opened doors;

left open, blown open, broken open. Doors

whose latches have finally worn down. Is this

what sadness is for: to wear our latches down?

-Mark Nepo

The Way Under the Way; The Place of True Meeing

November 30, 1963 – January 5, 2001

January 5, 2018

“We could never have guessed

We were already blessed

Where we are.

-James Taylor

“Let’s take our sleeping heart in our hands and plunge it tenderly into the life we are living.”

-Mark Nepo

“We can’t always get what you want
But if we try sometimes
we just might find we get what we need.”


Darrell Lee Ohlau

“For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love to you.”

Yes, please.

December 19, 2017

Life’s balance…

December 11, 2017

‘To love what death can touch.’

-Scott Frank, Godless



‘If God is vast and boundless as the ocean, how can a tiny drop like man imagine what he is?

-Mahatma Gandhi



December 8, 2017

‘To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.’

-Mary Oliver

La Luna.

‘I love the night, when the entire universe opens up.’  


´*.¸.• .¸. ❥❥¸¸.☆ .¸.¸¸.☆¨¯`❥❥

-Jennifer Rose

Fact & Fiction

December 6, 2017

Hannah Arendt (1906–1975) was one of the most influential political philosophers of the twentieth century. Born into a German-Jewish family, she was forced to leave Germany in 1933 and lived in Paris for the next eight years, working for a number of Jewish refugee organisations. In 1941 she immigrated to the United States and soon became part of a lively intellectual circle in New York. She held a number of academic positions at various American universities until her death in 1975.

[Standford Encyclopedia]


December 4, 2017

Mohammed Mohiedin Anis, 70, smokes his pipe as he sits in his destroyed bedroom, listening to music on his hand-cranked gramophone in Aleppo’s formerly rebel-held al-Shaar neighborhood in Syria.

Anis had recently returned to Aleppo, with plans to rebuild not only his home, but also his large collection of vintage American cars, despite everything being reduced to rubble. When reporters asked him about the gramophone, he responded, “I will play it for you, but first I have to light my pipe. Because I never listen to music without it.”

[Photo #19 on The Atlantic’s top 25 photos of 2017.]


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