Wednesday, January 17, 2007


"Let that which is awake in me speak to that which is awake in you,
rather than that which is asleep in me be annoyed by that which is asleep in you."

Still inside the frosty pearl of Winter, I am slowly unfolding from a dream, surrendering to a new awakening, different than anything I have ever known. What does it mean to stop waiting and to arrive, finally, to what has always been awake, waiting for you? Waxing poetic here at the Langley library, coziest spot on the island, gazing out the window at the melting snow, the sleepy sky like a silver skin as far as the eye can see.

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Dotty Stripes said...

Gorgeous writing. I know that spot in the Langley Library really well. MMMM

Anonymous said...

What a talent - will you marry me.

Sara Friedlander said...

Great reading and the images are fabulous.
Miss you a lot.

Mexico sounded great and the spring will arrive...

love, Sara

Carlos & Linda Soberman said...

I'm enjoying reading your old postings. I think that you and Linda will have a lot in common.