Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Quiet Day - Part 2

The days where I am unsure of what needs to be said are the days I know I have work to do - shedding more layers.
A quiet day...again.

I did find a line from a Rumi poem that speaks of truth:

The mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question.

Photo - me and my brother, Summer 1977.
Together we hiked and picked wildflowers for our mom. It was one of those rare and heavenly moments when I had my brother all to myself and he was paying attention to only me.

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