I suppose I’ll go ahead and write about the fire that is in front of me; standing so close that my clothes nearly ignite. They are the only protection I have – hope bricked by these flimsy, combustible threads.
Yes, again, I am facing grief. Continue reading
Retreat Mountains © twyatt 2014
Start from where you are;
not where others are,
or say they are going.
live in your boots.
I like art.
Because it is free
and its me,
without borders of rights or wrongs.
Art is strong.
Bigger than reason,
larger than purpose;
no human expectations tried on
like too tight pants.
Art is fluid.
Deeper than oceans,
no start, no end;
nagging and begging
new shores to shape.
And I like you.
Because you listen,
for the heartbeat of my art;
which is the closest language I have
(at least for now)
for letting you know
that I am.
I am your Soul.
Please pause and play with me when you can.
-from morning time at The Cenacle
More value is in the making perfect
than resting with something perfect,
asking nothing of me.
– inspired by today’s God Calling reading
A few moments on the balcony looking out to the edge of sky and water. Water and earth.
Bob is fishing off the bank and has signaled that he already has snagged two good sized trout.
Settling back into my water-scape view, tears swell as naturally as the persistent, gentle lapping of waves against the concrete bulkhead.
These are the good days.
In hindsight we’ll see more of the incredible gift of these easy times, even as we know in these moments their delicate joys.