C O S M O L O G Y

“Shallow men believe in luck or in circumstance. Strong men believe in cause and effect.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Glass House

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
― Anton Chekhov

M A S T E R S

“You have peace,” the old woman said, “when you make it with yourself.”
― Mitch Albom

S P E A K . L I F E

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
― Elie Wiesel

I N H A L I N G / F A I R Y / D U S T

“Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.”
― J.M. Barrie

N O W

“Rabbits are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches of terror and loss. They have a certain quality which it would not be accurate to describe as callousness or indifference. It is, rather, a blessedly circumscribed imagination and an intuitive feeling that Life is Now.”
~ Richard Adams

I N H A R M O N I C

“…I just want to listen as the train fills
completely with warm water, and we are all swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart flowing from his hands.

I want nothing but to put my fingers inside his mouth, let that prayer hum through my veins.

I want crawl into the hole in his violin.
I want to sleep there until my flesh
becomes music.”

~ Ocean Vuong

C I R C L E S

There is a line, drawn by her There is a line, drawn by him There is a wall, built by her There is a wall built by him

C O M P A S S I O N

“When you give yourself permission to communicate what matters to you in every situation you will have peace despite rejection or disapproval. Putting a voice to your soul helps you to let go of the negative energy of fear and regret.”
~ Shannon L. Alder

L A N D S C A P E

“The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one.

He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of the universe hidden from the universe itself. Alone among the animals he feels the need of averting his thought from the root realities of his own bodily being; of hiding them as in the presence of some higher possibility which creates the mystery of shame.”
~ G.K. Chesterton

C O U N T E R P O I N T

She was staring at me with a look that clearly expressed she thought I was an asshole. I stared back at her and didn’t say anything, just watched to see what her next move would be.

L U P I . S P U M A

My husband once owned a trucking company, and within six months, half of his drivers quit. He was so distraught about it that he let the business go at the end of that same year. He’d had the company for forty years, and I’d only heard his account of what happened because he’d let it…

O C E A N

“Beloved, I pray that in all respects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prospers.”
3 John 1:2

L I B E R A L I T A S

“If I had nothing to give, how much effort would you expend to continue pouring love into me?” she asked.

A F L O A T

Carrying children on our backs is not only visual art but reality…

A L L I E D

The sunset is a blessing as it gives us permission and freedom to unshackle long imprisoned truths and do the work that in sunrise the world will attempt to shame us by.

E N D U R E

Sometimes Mum thinks of Dad and while something deep inside of her knows he’s not responsible for the sad state of affairs her life has taken she’s found it easier to live life clinging to the part that sits closer to the surface, the part that blames him for her pain.  She does this to…

S M O K E

The road cracked, fire raged and smoke escaped an earth that parted like the Red Sea. “Why are you walking towards it? There’s smoke! There’s fire! It’s breaking!” the crowd screamed as they ran in the other direction.

P. S.

She didn’t consider herself a writer, at least not the kind that went into the mountains to meet publishing deadlines or the ones who wrote for others behind the scenes or even still the ones who wrote for themselves under different faces and names, perhaps like the janitor we look through each day, his gifts…

W A N D E R E R S

Robert approached his front door balancing a bouquet of flowers, a bag of groceries and a basket of clean laundry when his older sister Vera opened it right as the laundry was about to fall in his effort to put the key in the door.  

P R A Y E R

Evie sat weeping in the chair next to her sister’s hospital bed. Her sister Sarah had been in a coma for three days and she’d been weeping just as many.

L A N D

They took me to a densely wooded park whose magic could not be seen from the parking lot.  The sun was shining and nearly every inch of sky had been overtaken by the peaks of trees one could only assume stood proud at the strength and health maintained at their age.  Squinting my eyes to…

C O V E R E D

When he was little she stood behind the walls and listened Unfamiliar with the sound her heart told her to stay invisible

D E G R E E S

Sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch she stared in a trance at the pulp that had risen to the surface of her lukewarm glass of lemonade.

A N S W E R

Facing the mirror and makeshift altar Clara was again on her knees with her head bowed in prayer.

D R E S S E S

“Ain’t no need of pretendin’ you’re goin’ out to the ball when you’re walkin’ round chasing the dog in the backyard and wrapping his warm boulders in plastic.” Eloise said.

I N S T R U M E N T A T I O N

If the mind is always calm and still, dark and silent, not seeing anything, neither inside nor outside, free of all thoughts and mental images, this is the settled mind, which is not be conquered. If the mind gets excited at objects, falling all over itself, looking for beginnings and ends, this is the confused…