“We are learning firsthand what everyone who has ever set out on this path has learned: we are all a paradoxical bundle of rich potential that consists of both neurosis and wisdom. – Pema Chödrön ” Continue reading →
Now this little thing you see very simply as I wrote it––night, evening, snowstorm, woods, dark, late, snow falling among the alders, and trees, and with a little poetic exaggeration, you know (to see the woods fill up with snow). Did they fill up? How high? See. You want to know. Don’t ask me. Continue reading →
To a woman, trying to return a book
received as a Christmas gift, having no receipt. Continue reading →
Via abebooks, a little non-light reading. You need The Complete Works to go with it, as the author goes through all the sonnets.
For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. Continue reading →
Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.
