the light enduring It hardly bears saying that my life is dreamed. What else could it be, the puddling of moments that flash like

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
the light enduring It hardly bears saying that my life is dreamed. What else could it be, the puddling of moments that flash like
“We who are bits of sun, drops of ocean, atoms of the god, and who so often forget this, or are unaware of it, and
“Suddenly I know the world bathes in invisible light, and the times while we are in love wash over and through all days, all nights.”
“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” — Theodore Roethke, from “The Stony Garden” in Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore
Above, fertile fronds of sensitive ferns, against rock, with fall leaves. “As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that
Welcome to day 29 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged