The birdsong, the wind in the trees, the eyes of the passing stranger trying to catch our eye for a morning hello, and even at the end of our walk, the warm hubbub of a coffee shop filled with waking voices. - David Whyte
Love it, it brought up a lot of memories of people I knew/know. I like the color picture of the collage, the brightness and beauty of the person seen in the imagery yet still fragile and missing when you attempt to know them or reach them. Thanks for creating it!
I like that you use the unfamiliar language of old scripture. And I am one of those men who move as a stranger to myself. I do that which I would not. I remaineth as I am.
This one has teeth! As good as it is true. You’ll cut through chains writing like this. It also made me think of the opening lines to Champagne Supernova by Oasis. In my opinion, the saddest lyrics ever written, “How many special people change? How many lives are living strange?”
"For there are men who move through the world as strangers unto themselves..."
Beautiful and thought-provoking.
Lovely collage and poem!
Thank you so much <3
“Yet affection cannot bestow vision where the spirit remaineth asleep”
Beautifully said!
thank you James (:
The birdsong, the wind in the trees, the eyes of the passing stranger trying to catch our eye for a morning hello, and even at the end of our walk, the warm hubbub of a coffee shop filled with waking voices. - David Whyte
Love it, it brought up a lot of memories of people I knew/know. I like the color picture of the collage, the brightness and beauty of the person seen in the imagery yet still fragile and missing when you attempt to know them or reach them. Thanks for creating it!
This is beautiful. It makes me think of the secular person's search for goodness apart from God.
I truly am fascinated by you!!
Mandy! what do I think of the collage? It is pleasant to look at. What draws me in is the eyes on the feathers and the feet sticking up.
Hope all is well!
I like that you use the unfamiliar language of old scripture. And I am one of those men who move as a stranger to myself. I do that which I would not. I remaineth as I am.
This one has teeth! As good as it is true. You’ll cut through chains writing like this. It also made me think of the opening lines to Champagne Supernova by Oasis. In my opinion, the saddest lyrics ever written, “How many special people change? How many lives are living strange?”