They learned to live contently with small things, to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy not respectable, and to be rich not wealthy. They let the sacred and unconscious bloom amidst the common, renderin...
And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley.
She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.
Without the scrape, there is no scar." “I could live without the scars.” “But that’s where the music is.
One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. T...
Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.
Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.
Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.
