.. down Whyte Ave (ii of ii)
The Journey – Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do,... Continue Reading →
(thank fuck) the holidays are over
"(thank fuck) the holidays are over," a voice of confession rolls through my attention. January 2nd. A celebration of it's own. If you struggle through the holidays, You know exactly what I mean. A gentle ease, A knowing now, That all is well. A deepening of what is, A deepening of what is not. The... Continue Reading →
now, ask yourself:
How did the year define you? How did you define the year? What are you made out of? What do you aspire towards? What is your reoccuring dream? What do you want? But is it what you need? Then, what is it that you need? Have you befriended silence? Have you befriended chaos? Are you... Continue Reading →
