"There's a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn't change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can't get lost. Tragedies happen: people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding. You don't ever let go the the thread. " William Stafford. Poetry is my thread that leads me where I need to go.
Painting: "The Way" ~E. Spring, 2020
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Lovely ~ thank you
yes! my thread is love and presence, pure awareness. I am returning more and more to love, centering it, remembering it, prioritizing it, cherishing it. This love found in simple moments of kindness. This love found in the smile of children. This love found in rest, hand on heart, whispering sweet nothings to myself.