At the heart of you there is a fire. It burns through the broken past. You will always be ancient and broken. This cannot be altered. You will always be ancient and wise. This cannot be taken from you. You will always be beginning: a tender new shoot birthed from the fire of experience. You are born now and in every moment. You are newly made. |
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"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
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