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There Is Always a Sister Ship

But, we each have a responsibility to pick our ship and to sail forth on the winds of our fears, our uncertainties and our joys.

As Tomas Tranströmer beautifully expresses, there is always another way but we can’t know them all and so we must choose to love the ship we are on. The one we choose while sailing past whatever else might have been.

The Blue House:

It is night with glaring sunshine. I stand in the woods and look towards my house with its misty blue walls. As though I were recently dead and saw the house from a new angle.

It has stood for more than eighty summers. Its timber has been impregnated, four times with joy and three times with sorrow. When someone who has lived in the house dies it is repainted. The dead person paints it himself, without a brush,  from the inside.

On the other side is open terrain. Formerly a garden, now wilderness. A still surf of weed, pagodas of weed, an unfurling body of text, Upanishades of weed, a Viking fleet of weed, dragon heads, lances, an empire of weed.

The Blue House

Above the overgrown garden flutters the shadow of a boomerang, thrown again and again. It is related to someone who lived in the house long before my time. Almost a child. An impulse issues from him, a thought, a thought of will: “create. . .draw. ..”  In order to escape his destiny in time.

The house resembles a child’s drawing.  A deputizing childishness which grew forth because someone prematurely renounced the charge of being a child. Open the doors, enter! Inside unrest dwells in the ceiling and peace in the walls. Above the bed there hangs an amateur painting representing a ship with seventeen sails, rough sea and a wind which the gilded frame cannot subdue.

It is always so early in here, it is before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. I am grateful for this life!  And yet I miss the alternatives. All sketches wish to be real.

A motor far out on the water extends the horizon of the summer night. Both joy and sorrow swell in the magnifying glass of the dew. We do not actually know it, but we sense it: our life has a sister vessel which plies an entirely different route. While the sun burns behind the islands.

While We Are On The Subject Of Love

You may want to consider joining Glennon Doyle Melton and her fellow Love Warriors on their march toward, well, you know: love.


Love Means…

“You know,” he said, “this is why I love you so much.” Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. “What do you mean?” You don’t ask me to go inside because it’s cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand. ”

– J.R. Ward –

Real Love

Who Knew…

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…that behind such a beautiful face lay so much depth? Well, the owner of that face, Jared Leto, knew and so does anyone who has seen his movies and / or know better than to judge a book by it’s pretty (or not) cover.

Jared Leto

He is an astonishing actor, a celebrated musician, a filmmaker who has directed the gorgeous “Great Wide Open“, a tech investor and much, much more.

When Others Go Low, You Go High

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And, if you are Michelle Obama, you soar. Because, as Hillary Clinton so eloquently put it, when there is no glass ceiling, for anyone, anywhere — the sky is the limit.

Michelle Obama

Must See TV

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In a world of crazy here is some funny and, more, importantly some truth-y.

Stewart and Colbert

Hell Yes!

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A video filmed on Snapchat. A re-imagining that allowed a video to reach a broader audience. An Ingrid Michaelson at her very, very best.🙂

Ingrid Michaelson