I believe she would have known -for how could a woman so deep be shallow? But it's less than that and really about my own behavior - that is the rub - the disappointment. Who was that? Be gone, I say (but thanks for the lessons - sshh)
Her poem here speaks to me — akin. I feel her near at times.
Already the Heart
The spinal cord blossoms
sometimes clouded; experiencing consolidated moments of challenge, strife - in clusters of doubt and overwhelment, we say quietly at night "this is me".
interrupted, faithful winds blow by. struggle clears; stepping, climbing, jumping off another unsteady platform - we rejoice; "it bares no resemblance to me".
Relationships are a dance and not everyone knows how to dance.
I don't like drama.
•Mountains out of mole hills
•Elevated self importance
New fascination. Found by Husbandido in the yard; It is one of our resident groundhogs' skulls, presumably the baby, but I'm not sure. I find the color and structure of this magnificent and universal body part a work of art. A few things it inspires and incites in me are the contemplation of transformation - death, the concept of containers and protection, cavernous parts in ourselves and animals alike (both actual and perceived) and just plain old - earth. Earth -as holder and nurturer to our physical bodies, which we will all leave one day for a new plane.
Black ink seemed appropriate to explore though not the best rendering - it's simple and instinctual.
The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In business, be competent.
In action, watch the timing.
No fight: No blame.
-Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching