Moon-Tide Soliloquy

Let the tide rise. Let the moon burn. Still, we bloom.
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.

Let the tide rise. Let the moon burn. Still, we bloom.

by W.J. Whürl

Good people are the best kind.

Self care isn’t optional

From a story in the Boston Globe – 2009

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’

If I could stay here, that would be great.

In the Time Between Moonset and Sunrise there is glory, wonder and passion.

The life of a fleshly organism is a calm heart.

A heart is the source of all life