Just me, aspiring mystic, lover of blue roses (a thing between my grandmother and I), and my thoughts, hopes, dreams, feelings...that which catches and holds my attention...out there for GOD and everyone to see...
Friday, May 14, 2010
A Project of the Church of the Savior (it touched me as I am also 57):
I feel like I stumbled down a hill of years, only to land in a pile of my books.
Along the way, I cracked like a Russian doll; finding something smaller and more essential inside every version I've known as me.
And now, when all I know bursts into flame each time I try to give it away, I'm asked what matters.
There's something perfect in how we're worn; like sculptures left for Spirit and wind to finish, the film taken from our eye just as our heart is exposed, one crumbling into the other.