i love winter.
the colors, the cold, the moon up there
in the winter morning sky....
it's profound, quiet, still.....
i noticed i felt a lot like the morning
as i walked.
just curlin' in with myself.
and being quiet.
thought i'd offer something of someone
else's as i appear to be way quiet...
from anam cara....
'consequently, love is anything but
sentimental. in fact, it is the most
real and creative form of human presence.
love is the treshold where divine and
human presence ebb and flow into each other.'