Broken Through to Silence Why won’t you say something? You’re the one I want Yet time and distance keeps us apart The fire of your smile captured me a long time ago I will follow you to Marghdeen Just to hear you sing But don’t let the starlight fade Won’t you say my... Continue Reading →
I just read this beautiful poem from House of Heart and had to share, so well put for those of us who dream of love, write of love, in New York
The Art of Smoke and Mirrors I am reminded of a trip I took a few years ago to see my big sis who was living in Nashville at the time. We started the day walking through the village, getting a cup of java and sitting outside to watch the people pass in a misty,... Continue Reading →
Strung Out In the morning’s first light I think on love And when the last group of stars sweep across my eyelids My dream is fixed on love In between fresh hope and my own anticipated comfort My emotions are strung out Like a merry twisted strand of lights Some dangling off the wire carelessly... Continue Reading →
Dear Human Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling.... Continue Reading →
Happy Tuesday! Just for fun I wanted to share a post I published on my 2sistersinparis.com blog a while back about an adventure sister Judith and I had in Paris, the subject matter? MEN! So ladies, this is for you on this beautiful Tuesday- a look at the men of Paris! Enjoy…..
“Words began to appear in English and to make some kind of equivalent. For what satisfaction it is hard to say, except that something seems unusually piercing, living, handsome, in another language, and since English is yours, you wish it to be there too.” Robert Fitzgerald
When Sandy asked me to write the introduction to the “special project” I thought it would be easy; I mean, what woman has a hard time expressing why she is attracted to certain men? I guess this woman does because I’m finding it difficult to define much less explain and put into words. It is something of a mystery isn’t it? That attraction thing.
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Skipping Through a Universe of Pain There are a million hearts out there Under the rain and covered by storm clouds You think you are the only one who got lost on the journey Silenced by shut lips Estranged because you sought to fill your deepest longings Pursuing your dream of love . . .... Continue Reading →
I love the movie Meet Joe Black. In a certain scene in the movie William Parrish (played by Anthony Hopkins) is speaking to his daughter Susan Parrish (Claire Forlani) about living and loving, encouraging her not to "settle" but to embrace passion like crazy. I had to share - "I know it's a cornball thing, but... Continue Reading →
.... I think we focus too much on being successful rather than just being. Relax, notice the moment, be fully human. Happy Friday!
I said to a friend recently on the phone that after choices were made FOR me that were painful, I had to decide to ACCEPT those changes as mine and embrace the new place where I found myself. The RESULT of our acceptance brings healing - I really believe that. As long as we fight against... Continue Reading →
Funny how rain and drizzle dredge up the memories of days gone by. I am sitting in my office with the window curtains open listening to the rain storm on this winter day. The occasional faint sound of the blue jay making that famous Texas sound reminds me of the summers I spent here with cousin Laura... Continue Reading →
It must be the dreary winter weather, I'm not sure, but it seems like every winter I get on a cocktail kick. Don't worry about me though, I keep my cocktails under strict surveillance! ; ) There is so much mystery and romance in mixing great cocktails, I love the history of it and the... Continue Reading →
Pressed Coffee and Freedom For my brother Bruce Every morning I have a little routine to start my day. After waking up I shuffle into the kitchen, fill up the water kettle, flip the little blue switch, grind the coffee beans and wait. I wait for the water to heat and while I’m waiting... Continue Reading →
"When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her back into what she always had been ~ but she had wings." From FreeSpiritMystic
I recently came across this article and was intrigued. I could visualize the imagery of the sea from the writing and could feel the emotions attached to gaining the prize of something so beautiful. Then in a second serendipitous discovery, I came across photos of AMA Divers - Japanese "women of the sea" (more about that here). The... Continue Reading →
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