For, if he remains constant, what he will discover buried deep under the sound of his own lamentations is the pearl of the silence of God."
PHOTO: SILENT INTERIORS by Artiii
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Delighted to see the second post! in some time. And the photos, too. THank you.
Posted by: James the Thickheaded | Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 10:21 PM
I 'm trying to leave a little something whenever I surface for a breath of air; just crumbs, really, marking a trail that might be (or might not be) helpful in hindsight.
Never thought I would miss those days of choosing and what pleasant privilege it is sometimes to stand for a long time and muse (or agonize) over "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood..."
I know…Cryptic comments/posts; But you have some real doozies yourself there, bro.
Posted by: Isabella | Tuesday, June 28, 2011 at 03:08 PM
Isabella: I like to think all blogs should be so freely expressive we're able to risk saying what we think, what we need, and who we are. They are indeed crumbs dropped in a forest that we might retrace paths to see who we were in this mystery of life.
Posted by: Jamesthethickheaded | Wednesday, July 27, 2011 at 09:24 PM