“How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.

How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail
and have gained the
to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,

This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
you’ve come so far.
I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.

~ Jeannette Encinias
via Midwives of The Soul

Text & image source: Contemplative Monk


. . . . the moment love begins

“It is difficult to know at what moment love begins;
it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Text & image source: Jana Eid

And what delights can equal those…..

“And what delights can equal those 
That stir the spirit’s inner deeps, 
When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and knows?”

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Text & image source: Jana Eid

#ValentinesDay . . . .If you have ever loved…


“If you love or have ever loved 
you will never walk in darkness.”

– Plato 

Text & image source: Return To Eden

Rhythms of Valentine’s Day #3 . . . . unalloyed and unconditional love.


Your material offerings are neither going to reach unto the Supreme Lord ,
nor does HE need them. 
Offer HIM what is up to HIS dignity. 
Offer HIM love…. 
unalloyed and unconditional love.

Text & image source: Adv GM Chana @ The Celestial Sanctum

Rhythms of Valentine’s Day#2 . . . . Without a word.


“Under the trees he pressed her to his heart
Without a word.”

From “The Romance of Tristram and Iseult.”

Illustration by Maurice Lalau, 1909.
Text & image source: Edmund Dulac