"It is a moment in life in which one knows there is no going back, and yet one also knows there is no clear cut path going forward."
Today is a new day,
The only one of its kind in eternity.
Called to life by an impersonal sunrise
That, once it has teased both the living and the dead,
Shall descend into the ocean to arouse
The inhabitants of its depths.
Therefore, let’s stand together
On the horizon of this day,
Hand in hand at the summit
Of all that is new,
Hand painted figures in the middle of
An abundant landscape,
Accepting with gratitude that
As it passes then so shall we.
Let us remember then that
This is not just any other day filled
With the fallout from yesterday.
It is a new day.
The only one of its kind in eternity,
Giving us the wonderful gift
Of being both the painted and the painter,
The brushstrokes and colour variations
That make this day different from all the rest.
It is you,
It is I,
In a moment of time that
Makes the newness of it all
The breath that is vital to prolonging its glory.
"Regarding the Rights of Weeds" by Daniel Orlick
I have enjoyed a good portion of my time observing nature, and it is always interesting to me how our view of the world as black and white good against evil extends to our interpretation of the ecosystem. Certain plants and animals become the good guys whom we are all too willing to help and others become the bad guys who must be kept away or killed.
And yet to each living thing, it’s own life and that of its offspring is the most important thing in the universe. Truly, Earth creatures as a whole work their asses off to earn their little spot on this planet. But without that intense desire to thrive and survive against the odds which is inherent in all species, life as we know it would soon will itself into a mass suicide and cease to exist.
October….that time of year when shards of winter are piercing the mid autumn temperatures, like icicles growing through an invisible thermal layer, protruding just enough to let you know that they are not going away anytime soon.
Boudoir of Bondaged Souls…….start reading here…
To sacrifice Love……
from the article The Day Love Cried, by Joanne St.Clair