 'Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate to those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day'. William Morris  If this piece sounds even more tentative than usual it's because I've just broken two ribs!
Bones 'Do you ever think about your bones? The way the support everything we do. They break and they age and they grow. Bones hold every story you've ever told'. Addie  Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break and all things can be mended. Not with time as they say but with intention. So go, Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you L.R.Knost  Blue-black like the breast of the gusty sea,
Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down, Stormful shadows against the gold, Under the arches of even blown. Nowhere a white bird beating the storm, Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea; Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough, Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee. Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat, Under the shadows, the storm-winds bring Omen mysterious out of the dusk, Out of the darkness the promise of Spring Helen Merrill 
When you see how delicate and fragile life can be, all else fades into the background.
Jenna Morasca |
