Just serene joy today. The one you bring with you and you want to share.

There were shadows. How much do they know of our silent battles, our fears and hopes ? Does a shadow reflected on a window opens a vortex we know nothing about ?

A field of droplets after the rain make me think about this haiku read in A Listening Heart by brother Steindt Rast : The lake is lost in the rain which is lost in the lake.

A strange border buried under closed and soft eyes. On this side of the shore, I can still take a picture of you. I want to remember that your shell brings my life into focus.

Source of all blessings, you bless us with colors that do not exist outside of us, but through us. We paint the world with our eyes where waves bounce and evoke to us the sensation of blue, red, green, yellow. May I never forget that the simple act of opening our eyes is a silent…

You’re my reminder that presence is all there is.

I would like not to capture beauty in the world, but welcome beauty. Not ask what’s in it for me, but let it flows like it’s meant to flow. ¨If I don’t meet you in this life, let me feel the lack¨, says 1st Sergeant Welsh (Sean Penn) in Terrence Malick Thin Red Line. This…

Heard today : ¨there are shadows at the edges of light, and there’s light at the edges of shadows¨

There was anger this morning when I took this photo of Eudosia. She had and I had a restless night, because when she feels anxious, she keeps asking the same 3 or 4 questions that no amount of attention, no answer can satisfy. That’s her way to be in the world as a place that…