The word migjorn is Catalan for “midday”, and it is the term for the wind that comes down off the mountain. It is a force of nature, that shapes trees and carves stone, and we are in the arms of that wind. Welcome, wind.
Stars that lit our night, also fall.
As with every travel, I find there are gardens that -look- like gardens, and there are gardens that -are- gardens, no matter how they look on the surface.
Where I expected to ward off projections, there were clean reflections.
More mass at higher velocity
Freedom has a cost… it can cost everything you have.
I came to a point in my spiritual journey when other creatures were raised to the same level of importance as myself.
“… only perchance remembrance breaks the heart”
One of my favorite variations-on-theme is the myriad forms we humans have for preparing our daily bread.
Tiger is tiger, and man is man.
These rooms are spilling over, with everything I’ve been.
every day I feel my self filling / as a river fills with sweet rain