Moon-Tide Soliloquy
Let the tide rise. Let the moon burn. Still, we bloom.
Truthful lips will endure forever
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