So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.

~Sylvia Plath

when it’s too soon to understand it all…

inquiry for today~ maybe you can lighten the heart…

for all that we long for…

Intense doesn’t begin to cover it, but somehow

the magic of the heart breaks through barriers

and love wins … always.

~Jody Doty