Without much explanation in words, I paste for your Valentine viewing, two collages I created two weeks ago with one of my son's. We talked and cut and snipped and glued into the wee morning hours. I have

The anti-dote to Karma and its endless cycle of Rebirth has to be love. Waterhouse, Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid's Garden 1904 After all, St. Paul tells us (in 1Corinthians) that love is patient,

In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others Love Vibes Love is supposed to be in the air. I am all in on that idea. I sure am feeling it, but I have a switch to turn on (in meditation) that

Döstädning is the Swedish for Death Cleaning, which is the gentle art of decluttering according to Margareta Magnusson. Judging from the blurb of the audiobook version, Death Cleaning - a radical and joyous

I think of a red ball, perhaps some hot image burned into memory, rolling out of grandma’s bag made of bleach bottles cut into hexagons, all crocheted together with black, which served as her bag full

It might well be that we write for when we are dead. Like we swim when we are alive. It is rumoured that the Corona virus has come for men. Perhaps to have it out once and for all: the original sinners

If you would know how to draw the wings of angels From the alveoli whereto the air between us climbs, You would be able to fly The heart like a kite. We remember to look for love but Swedenborg knows:

A star, a cross, rises, true map to up. 2-1, 1-2, watch the flames, our towers, trod God. What is black, becomes white, cut-off Egypt? God in Queen, makes a boy of him. 53rd is 8 stood up and not yet under-

I will go to Jerusalem, find fertility of the white flowered Ligustrum, pluck the Privet tree extolled by the poets for its peculiar whiteness. Christ is a vine, a cluster of all perfections divine, Engedi

I am in the part of the woods where the Satyer live, amongst the shadowed trees on the east side of Black Lake. “Hello old trees,” I greet the tall ones. You remember me? You remember us, here? I know

When I, a babe, first learned to speak, prattled words were protest. No, no, no and mine! Up, up, my arms held up, I smiled for myself. Still, some stood, in sky-high buildings, showered me in scorn, made

How intermingled we are. How dependent we probably still are on our arch mother-father principle (the Origin of I). The first-born - the one maybe on the right, because it is a little the worse for wear,

Rings of roses and laurel boughs, I send off to you and to you too, for the Love in that learning that’s now in the offing, to be free of nooses and ties, these are wreaths of blessings to crown ourselves

These were the names on two black, white and red vessels, ships I saw on the Columbia River this morning as I had my morning tread at Patriot Hall. Wisdom LINE has been anchored the past two days, but

From a tower window in Nottingham Castle, two men stared down into the moonlit courtyard. Nottingham, in its nuclear twin hulks, from regal to fat man’s stance a mansion to spread, no to horde, a place

After recording the dreams, I am just lying here awake and thinking of M whose braids are very long now. She is wearing them in four long ropes like the original dream in which these wrapped around C and

This is my entry for #monomad challenge I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect

Sea crosses 2  0  2 0  watercolor on paper Sea crosses Hello to all dear friends. Welcome back to my blog. Today I share with you my last watercolor painting that I made yesterday. I took my inspiration

Hi Steemit Family, I have been doing all types of voiceover work for the past months. Recording voice over phone messages, short stories, podcasts, radio advertising, those sorts of things. When I have

Finally, he gave the gift of not giving, at a time when giving is an expectation and that was good enough for a bookend. I’d spent years of my life in his labyrinth of tricks and turns, him throwing in