Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning


400th Post

Let the world spin on around me; I’ll sit, removing the needle of novelty from my veins. Leave me be you “good time” junkies, take your childish, first world fantasies somewhere else.

An entire generation of “Toys-R-Us” kids marching in lock-step chanting the “I don’t wanna grow up!” mantra, leaving a trail of broken toys, dreams and hearts in their wake.

The entertainment generation has not the discernment to distinguish between “real life” and “fantasy”. There’s a kind of Black plague of the soul out there, an “eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we die” mentality being spread through books and movies.

What if we make peace with death? What if we celebrate life instead of escape from it? What if we sit and take an honest look at what we are creating, what we are cultivating for ourselves and future generations?

What if growing up simply means growing within?


"This being human is a guest house,
every morning a new arrival."

~ Rumi



"It's mid-afternoon now, and it's even hotter than before. The sounds come in waves through the steamy air: the murmur of the river down in the valley, the undulating buzz of insects, chucka chucka chuchka, crescendoing, ya ya ya, getting louder and then softer, as if the sun's intensity were turning the volume knob up and down on the great cosmic amplifier."

~ Andy Couturier "A Different Kind Of Luxury"