unsplash photo of a bicycle wheel and a worn, wrinkled sofa

“I am not old” — Samantha Reynolds

I am not old, she said I am rare I am the standing ovation at the end of the play I am the retrospective of my life as art I am the hours connected like dots into good sense I am the fullness of existing you think I am waiting to die but I am waiting to be found I am a treasure I am a map these wrinkles are imprints of my journey ask me anything. image courtesy Yulia… Read more

Sunset at Aït Ben Haddou, Morocco

The Journey — David Whyte

Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again, painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out someone has written something new in the… Read more