Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
-WB Yeats

She’d been crying, but I didn’t know…


Tris: But I’m not pretty.
Four: No, you’re not, and I would only go to your funeral if there was cake.

Inching closer to the edge…


“You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: Make use of suffering.”
-Henri-Frédéric Amiel

I slowed the van when I noticed him…


But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies
-Let Her Go, Passenger

I visited Thomas Jefferson’s home at Monticello…


And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

-Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen

The only sound in my house…


“Beauty is not only a terrible, it is also a mysterious thing.  There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and the battleground is the heart of men.”  -Dostoyevsky

So much is made of beauty in our day


I’ve been sleepwalking
Been wandering all night
Trying to take what’s lost and broken
Make it right

-Cam, “Burning House”

To love is to lose. So the poets tell us…