I dream of a world where love, space and rest are skillfully employed as powerful problem solving forces, people are at ease with vulnerability, sugar is as illegal as cocaine, and organic is the new non-organic.
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our design process.
This is excerpt is from a blog post that came up in a Facebook conversation I was part of. Christabel does a great job of covering almost the entire gamut of what women really want from men wether they are…
“you have to be able look deep into a man to know the nature of his heart… and to look deep, you have to have love” -Peace, Love & Misunderstanding
One of my girlfriend’s said it really well this evening “If we invested as much time in our relationships as we did in our careers, they would thrive just as well”. We aren’t taught this. It’s not a big part…
fingertips running slowly under the curve of her soft feet triggered a memory of warm summer nights on park benches white dress silhouette Soft skin under the light of the stars And lamp posts bright even beneath the hovering of…
Lying here As the chilly fall air seeps in through the walls Complete ease moves like wave between us And passion rolls along the edges of the waves Keeping us warm and alive Sleeping peacefully I can feel the depth…
she stepped in his home sitting at the angle of the table so she could be near him what’s his name? he asked sitting on a park bench the sound of her tears muffled by the rustling autumn leaves…
Come in, she sais Come inside, to the place beyond where the barriers are Let your presence be felt in every nook and corner Let it slip through all the walls Reaching into the depths of both of your beings…
“You are always responsible for the way the you act no matter how you feel” Love this thought, saw it go on Facebook this week and it hit home. I think that sometimes, life’s curveballs can make this a high…
I love the autumn like I love the rain for it beckons the secrets of life with each passing day it knows about death and how natural it is even as it is desolate both in vision and in heart…
