I will not be other than I am. I find too much content in my condition: I am always caressed.]
—Young French Witch circa 1660
Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.
—Rumi
Feasting On My Life
Sometimes, I need a little help from my friends...
A while back I had the opportunity to travel to Los Angeles and met an angel who reflected me to myself as clearly as any mirror I have ever stood before. I was reminded of my beauty as a man who walks gently upon this world. That the wisdom of my heart is pure and true. That my soul heals with the exchange and sharing of words, music, food and touch. That my spirit is resilient, loving and forgiving, made whole again after being torn apart from itself. That this life I love opens to me at every turn into the fulness of the universe. That I am a man too gentle to live among wolves...who once again feasts, like a hungry wolf upon this life.
Los Angeles is called the city of angels — I now know one who lives there.
Photo Credit: Umut Kemal, Candle, 6.8 x 5.1, May 28, 2007.