sweet luscious pic and rich closeness of words . . . steven
Love encircles us.
isn't it incredible, steven, what exists at our feet!love encircles us, rosaria and sometimes comes like a tidal wave from the inside outward. i don't mind being very small up against it.xoerin
i love the intimacy of this image, the sense of being in contact with the real world. lying on the earth to notice these small details is a kind of prayer. and the intimacy of the moment in the words, yes, this is prayer as well. paying attention, to the world and to each other, is all we can do, is everything. thank you :-) (do you know that i saw you taking these pictures? i was working, but i happened into the kitchen, not knowing where you were or what you might be doing -- and i saw you outside, kneeling in front of the dried stalks of last year's flowers, a perfect attention on your face and somehow communicated in the attitude of your whole body. you were out of yourself and into the little live and once-living things in front of you. i stood transfixed at the window for minutes, at peace and watching you be yourself. it was beautiful :-))love :-))
james, i have nothing. i am nothing. all i have to give anyone or anything is prayer. i give my prayer to you, my attention of you and of the world. i have five things to say to you. there is not enough of a lifetime in which to say them.xoerin
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))