Tuesday, February 7, 2017


“Love is like a mirror. When you love another you become his mirror and he becomes yours...And reflecting each other's love you see infinity.”

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Snow Kisses

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” {Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass}

Friday, January 20, 2017

White Space

White Space

In the mist between sleep and wake

in the moment before breathe

in the pause before the thought

before the word

in the white space between the words

between the letters and punctuation

in the white space

where I can listen carefully

where I can speak slowly

where I can fall into backwards

into something

in the white space

I feel your strong hand thrust my face, my head into the water

I feel myself plunging in

just when I think I'll suffocate

you pull me, dripping, back out.

{Loralee Moon}

Monday, January 9, 2017


(adj.) : belonging to the essential nature of a thing : occurring as a natural part of something.

"Take your broken heart, turn it into art."
{Carrie Fisher}

Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Earth Delights

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. 
{Kahlil Gibran}

Thursday, December 29, 2016

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
   How pure, how dear their dwelling place

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron, 1814