Red lined with purple, speech lined with thought, heart lined with sense. Love blossoms in the forgotten pathways. Let them be their own.
That which you have once mourned has come to pass, but there is a twist. Look for the twist. In recognition that not all is lost there is found redemption and healing.
What lies beyond the eyelids before we sleep is unknown. Do not waste energy trying to tune out the babble. Instead, let it filter into a rainstorm, behind which you can hear more clearly the messages of real importance.
Lie in dreams awhile. Then sit up. There is a moment between these. The work is there.
There is nothing that can be less ignored than time right now. Blocks of time, strands of time. Blocks of time are useful right now in carving out a citadel of dreams. Focus on this.
Beauty is a force all of its own and it is findable in every puzzle, soluble in every problem. Let the tears that lie along the eyes be, be at rest with them. When the sun emerges, and the horizon […]
Long-shuddered sighs; learning to cast out heavy stones. It is always possible to pick them up again.
Time for a shifting change. Long-brewed tea is sometimes necessary. Long-brewed plans and impulses too.
We do not see what we cannot know.
There are times when it is time to admit defeat and pull back. This is one of those, for a moment. Rerouting is just as important as pushing forward.