So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So […]
“In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learned in my lifetimeleads back to this:
DUNGEON…A Type One Daughter Survives Alcoholism by Michael Naylor You visited last night and a casket had you in its grips death holding you tight, squeezing blood from the stone of your heart you, wrapped in an iron veil. Casually you mentioned you had another day when death wanted you. Or you wanted it.
I am reminded that people depart in a flash of light, and surely this is the case with Ron. I so loved his rowdy, authentic, irreverent, passionate embrace of the Enneagram and his loving and kind heart. Thank you! I imagine him now in his next domain, spreading love, humor, and beautiful sincerity. And although
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