fear and love

          “There is something here that frightens me. When I figure out what it is that frightens me, I shall also know what I love here.”   ~ Clarise Lispector            

easing

        something about foggy mornings allows one to ease into the day I walk a little slower            

rhythm

          she finds comfort in routine the ebb and flow the rhythm of  everyday even when it’s rough especially when it’s rough      

density

                “Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so.  Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.   The deeper…

a fishing village story

                      There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small New England village.
As he sat, he saw a New England fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.
The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch…