stop. and experience the blessing.

discussion tonight was around how we tend not to stop much to notice. that our minds and our bodies want to do and think and move and distract, from the quiet stillness of our effortless being. without further ado, invite you to stop. put this away, you have permission.

in presence, you are free.

ready for love

india arie

autobiographical facebook criticism

"she was callous with her beauty

and brutal with current events."

a madman drive a truck into a crowd, with a gun drawn. read, madman. the picture showed a flaming eiffel tower. she posted in reply, a picture of a deadly nightshade flower. and her comment was, and in other news...

give me a being to love

my friend from college, we lost touch, but one time she sent a card notifying of the birth of her child, maybe second, and she said 'give me a being to love.'

i just thought that was poignant and beautiful.

there is no time

iwhen are you coming back? she says.

"he fed us words like baby birds. beauty in lines. brightly colored strips of rhymes.

strong calves, tanned flip flopped toes, big petite nose.

oh dad, i remember when you held me close and i could hear your watch go tick tick tick in my ears. and i cried for us, our time, our years.

always trying to prove that he's not toothless. where do we go now that we are ruthless?"

commentary: where does ruth stop and we begin? trick question, as ministers might be prone to do. they are ordained. we change when reverence becomes our way.

when I was young I never thought

http://youtu.be/XzV7FiuDYKo

that I would be living alone and finding Yoko Ono

art, art, and more art

robert larson, my friend from high school
found object collage. all he dedicates himself too, and his wife.