The Winds of Hope

Holy stars, it has only been two weeks since I shared with you last, but what a revolution there has been in the national mood. I encourage you to let the winds of hope nourish you while they are afoot, dear one.

It Is Joy By Which

I needed this now, this affirmation that we deserve joy, that delight is resistance, that these things are not only of-light; in fact Ross speaks of how "delight" means both of-light and without-light, how joy and sorrow interleave for him like light and shadow.

The Universe is Not Locally Real

Little gives me as much hope and comfort as the certainty that we do not know what all this existence is. We do seem to have proved (like Nobel-prize-winning proved) that the universe is not locally real. This gives me hope: so much is possible.

Now, Being, Love

For me, the rational and the spiritual meet at their deepest point, with deeply entangled roots.

Gone to Lavender and Peach

The longer I take to write this, the more the golden reflection of sunset illuminates the clouds behind the house, toward the sea.