This is a poem for someone who is juggling her life. Be still sometimes. Be still sometimes. It needs repeating over and over to catch her attention over and over, as someone who is juggling her life finds it difficult to hear. Be still sometimes. Be still sometimes. Let it all fall sometimes. by Rose…
Do not worry about saving these songs. And if one of our instruments breaks, it does not matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing.…
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honourably. He may be…
If you were in the UK last weekend – August Bank Holiday – you will likely have experienced the amazingly hot and beautiful sunny weather. The good weather certainly brings people out and they all aim for hotspots like the seaside, or areas of interest. Usually I avoid the long queues of traffic, the hoards…