-Amy Gesell, copyright, all rights reserved….. Rare snow today in South Carolina. This is in Erhardt.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.” — T.S. Eliot Rosy is what I call her. For just over a year, I have been living…
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe…
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time…
Consciousness rejuvenates everything, giving a quality of beginning to the most everyday actions. – Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space Imagine…. being called to a place in your dreams. A call to sit in the little wooden boat like Winken…