I wrote a long post and then lost it. I had posted questions and thoughts and quotes and now it is gone.

I have spent the past hour and forty three minutes sulking.

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What do you think of Simon Parke's new ten commandments?


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I just found this on River' blog: the philosophy of kissing and the theology of kissing.

It's marvellous, it really it is.

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Spring is like a perhaps hand ( Read more... )

Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...

Nichita Stanescu

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Morning Poem (Mary Oliver)

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches -
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft ( Read more... )