Then There is Love, a haiku
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
It’s so easy to Make judgements from the outside ‘Til you swim the depths…
Sometimes I get it. Can hold, endure anything. Other moments not.
Around this time of year many get together with family and friends to recount all the reasons we’re grateful. Most years I would bet that we’re grateful for what’s gone well, how we’re fortunate or lucky. This year might be our chance to make this ritual different.
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive. — E. E. Cummings My son was once telling me an elaborate story about a bug that was “a little bit dead”. I thought to myself: It is either dead or alive, no in between. But is there? Aren’t many of us walking around a little bit dead? We stay … More A Little Bit Dead