mantra for woe


I awakened last night
To the sound of Shakespeare and God
Arguing in my living room.
God won,
And now it’s been decided,
Are the most beautiful poem
Ever written.

~Doug Wilson

hunted by ghosts of shoulds and woulds and coulds and sometimes chilling despair…..all of this is our mantra toward a life of light and hope and wonder…..

inquiry for today~  may it be so…..may it be real…..may it be…..

white dreams

There is no penalty to virtue; no penalty to wisdom; they are proper additions of being. In a virtuous action I properly am; in a virtuous act I add to the world; I plant into deserts conquered from Chaos and Nothing and see darkness receding on the limits of the horizon. There can be no excess to love, none to knowledge, none to beauty, when these attributes are considered in the purest sense.

     ~Ralph Waldo Emerson



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