Even In Warsaw

Even In Warsaw

a little pondering on creating on way to the Old Town Market Square Even in Warsaw you can ‘eat fresh’ at a Subway. Surrounded by all sorts of cafes and restaurants you find a Subway humming along. Does this distress the other restaurants? Or do they shrug...
Solitude.

Solitude.

sol·i·tude noun the state or situation of being alone. There can be a solitude in the forest though only of an ignorant stranger surrounded by the quiet commotion of wonders immune to their being blind to the intimate tenuous binding connection of creation There can...
The Fearful Inviting Act Of Creation

The Fearful Inviting Act Of Creation

It can be frightening to start. There is an infinite number of possibilities at hand, and with each keystroke whole branches of options to eliminate: never to be. The brain searches and emotions whirl about, casting doubts to the forefront and seeking to abate the...
The Connected World Are We

The Connected World Are We

It is all connected. The water and the forest. The sky and the sea. We separate things into individual parts, and in doing so miss out on the wonder that weaves through it all. Systems within systems playing out before our eyes, in our eyes, as part of our eyes,...
Thoughts On Approaching The Mountain

Thoughts On Approaching The Mountain

In the mountains, in the mist, in the beyond, life awaits. We don’t see ten steps down the road, or often even three, and we use that as an excuse to not take the one step we do see. What is the one step that your soul screams for? What if you only had to take...
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