Oh, it has been such a wonderful weekend. The dancing, the sites, driving through the tornado warnings was the most peaceful drive I could have asked for, the way the sunlight broke through the clouds when the rain let up. Spinning in the arms of my friends, precious conversations with our hands and feet. Bidding farewell to my friends of five ( Read more... )

Let us go out in the wilderness somewhere, set up camp, a beautiful private oasis, cuddle in the blankets and fall asleep together, listening to the music of the forest.

"Nothing to give ( Read more... )

"But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper."
~Arthur Golden (Nitta Sayuri)

I have been reading. Reading my novels, reading my friend's entries, reading their friend's entries. Everyone from my friend's friends to the characters in my books are lonely. I suppose logically I should feel comforted by this; I'm not the only one, I'm one of many. Maybe its the season- the cold coupled with it that makes the loneliness ( Read more... )

The Sedona Center for Vedic Culture is preparing to build the Jagannatha Temple modeled after the one in Puri, India. It will house not only a place of worship for all faiths, a natural foods store and student quarters, but also a school teaching Vedic music, dance, medicine, meditation and other arts. I was resolved on moving to Sedona after ( Read more... )

I hold a beautiful pink rose in one hand and wilting mint leaves in another. Im so close to them that I get the experience. I get to know them. I've taken the time to smell them Both. The rose may be beautiful; gorgeous, breathtaking! to see but it smells bland, and it pricks me with its thorns. The wilting leaves however are soft with peach fuzz, ( Read more... )

Sitting in a square, whose name I do not know. It is beautiful here. I haven’t been to this place before. My form is backlit as I sit on this bench facing the fountain, so I see my shadow before me, my hair blowing around me is a brilliant orange gold in the sun, fluttering in the wind, and thus sticking to my face like honey. But I don’t feel ( Read more... )

Watching the birds alighting on benches ( Read more... )

The days are beautiful back here in Savannah... I didn't realize how much I missed it over break until I returned. In atlanta you don't walk unless you are in the heart of the city. Everywhere else you'll hardly find sidewalks, only streets and shopping centers. So I stay mainly at home or within the neighborhood hills during the day hours. But I ( Read more... )