Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Soft Strength

and she danced......
A giggle picture, not art, but it is the dance. My right stutter hand held the left and taught her how to hold a brush.  May we all create the art of finding soft strength.

“There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell. ....
…. Breathe into me.  Close the language- door and open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window. “

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