"...each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. ..."
From "my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell" by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Tough stuff happening in a number of busted corners this week. Not to me, directly, but still. Hope your weeks are more tender than tough.
6 comments:
xoxoxo
Hugs, Lori
This'll keep us happy for a while. Nice composition,Lori.
Merci buckets, you two.
While there are some very tough things going on out here, I take refuge in my own form of the sangha; you both are definitely part of that blessing.
The Buddha? Light in all its dancing forms.
The Dharma? Those lovely times I can turn my attention to that light, whether taking in the trash cans at twilight, or seeing dust sparkling through the morning light before work ramps up, or...
The Sangha? My friends known and unknown, that precious family of shared heart.
More pics to come, of course, but I need to get through some things this week first.
Sorry you are having (or bearing witness to) hard times. Sending "pink light," benevolent warm wishes, comfort and strength. You've certainly given it to me... I hope I've paid it forward, and hope I can give some back.
That red behind broken glass! THough the quote is chilling and lovely too.
May the busted corners be repaired soon.
I'm sorry, Lori. Hope things improve very soon.
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