One short message, one call, one kind word can be a ray of light for someone on a difficult day. We never know how important our attention can be, especially when the other person’s heart silently screams in solitude.
This explains why people often feel in their heart what their mind cannot yet comprehend. It highlights the deep connection between our emotions and physiology.
All I Ask is a Tall Ship is a unique and soul-yearning evocation of this great romantic era. As you dreamily turn the pages of this almost spiritual pilgrimage you will breathe the aromas and taste the briny of a vast place on earth that remains enigmatically indifferent from its terrestrial counterpart.
We’ve become so isolated and it’s hard to know how to get back. It’s so hard to know how to even begin to build the kind of relationships our hearts need.
Grandma! How do you deal with pain? ‘ ‘With your hands dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens more ‘. ‘With your hands, Grandma? ‘ ‘ Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our souls. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, […]
THE FACE IN THE CROWD . The sun went down and the night came grey, I pulled the blinds on another day. The chill was mine when I thought no more, Of the face in the crowd, I was looking for. . Her face I had seen from […]
Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old and weary and broken of heart. ~ Adam speech, 1883.
ENCOUNTERS WITH HUMANITY: It’s a very strange feeling how someone can be in your life for months or even years and then one day … all of a sudden not be there anymore. Maybe the relationship ended on good terms…. or maybe it was completely catastrophic. Either way, […]
There I was, quietly sitting at breakfast in Hampton Beach and as I just wiled away my time my eye caught sight of several – I seem to recall five – lovely ladies sitting several tables away. Enjoying each other’s company, they were likely keeping a weekly arrangement […]
My parents had been married for 55 years. One morning my mom walked down the stairs to make breakfast for my dad but during this trivial domestic routine, she clutched her chest and collapsed. Sensing something unusual, my dad picked Mom up and somehow got her into their […]
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