on the wall at Glide it says, the wounded of the world will heal the world, or something to that effect. we have to cry rivers first? and forgive so so much with each breath.
it is a grand and glorious responsibility. i am up for it.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
animals
today at the beach i met an old man. we began talking about trash and the amazon. we spoke eye to eye.
after some time, he told me there is a little blue butterfly right in my heart center. i told him i have a dead blue butterfly in a keepsake frame at home. he said there is a reason for it.
now i am walking around with an agate in my left sock and a rose quartz in my right, and i'm feeling pretty numb, pretty tired, kind of foolish. i see the sacred in this life. within me. within each cell a universe.
after some time, he told me there is a little blue butterfly right in my heart center. i told him i have a dead blue butterfly in a keepsake frame at home. he said there is a reason for it.
now i am walking around with an agate in my left sock and a rose quartz in my right, and i'm feeling pretty numb, pretty tired, kind of foolish. i see the sacred in this life. within me. within each cell a universe.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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