“… it is redemptive knowing …”
“… is what separates …”
“… things be …”
… adjacent to the ruins…
Often we are powered by the voices of recollection, when we are enveloped in the wisdom of such, the silence that ensues can be deafening.
Looking up. Harkening back. Not unlike times past. Into the gaze of wisdom. Once in a Blue Moon omnipotence provides a glimpse of illumination.
I search for venues like this for one simple reason, one that is often overlooked and that I have written endlessly about… Sanity. Being in the midst of solace gives me something that I am unable to get anywhere else, a conduit to an indefatigable supply of sanity. Is sanity a state of being, anContinue reading “Savoring the simple”