I want to be remembered as a poet, a peacemaker, and a philosopher who played…..Mattie Stepanek

the miracles unveiled with mercy and the indifference of light catapult the heart into the passing dance like blossoms coming through concrete……unbelievable, wrenching, dying to live…..may we all know this kind of love for survival……this is creative expansion…..

 We seem destined to be nomadic in spirit, needing the flash of brilliance to worm our way through the dark from star to star. Perhaps it’s the same with truth and understanding. Perhaps though we spend more time not knowing and not being, the moments of knowing and being, as rare and fleeting as they are, can help give meaning to our days. Perhaps we can keep those moments that keep things whole ever present in our ways. Perhaps knowing and caring, culture and nature, are the means by which we form constellations of our small host of revelations. And perhaps the single human life, which can’t bear total darkness or total light, keeps things whole by filling its sky with its own zodiac of lives and truths and traumas that won’t subside. Perhaps the work of attention is the way that spirits exert their light and gravity on all things living. And the work of introspection, enlivened by creative or therapeutic means, is, perhaps, as the French poet Rene Daumal suggests: “One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art in conducting oneself in lower regions by memory of what one has seen higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.”……Mark Nepo

 mystery begets mystery

The soul has an absolute, unforgiving need for regular excursions into enchantment. It requires them like the body needs food and the mind needs thought…..Thomas Moore