Thursday, August 13, 2015


The House Of Belonging 
 by  David Whyte

I awoke

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that
thinking for

a moment

it was one


like any other.

the veil had gone

from my

darkened heart

I thought

it must have been the quiet


that filled my room,

it must have been

the first

easy rhythm

with which I breathed

myself to sleep,
it must have been

the prayer I said

speaking to the otherness

of the night.


I thought

this is the good day

you could

meet your love,
this is the black day

someone close

to you could die.

This is the day

you realize

how easily the thread

is broken

between this world
and the next

and I found myself

sitting up

in the quiet pathway

of light,

the tawny

close grained cedar

burning round

me like fire

and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home

in which I live,

this is where

I ask 

my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple

of my adult aloneness

and I belong

to that aloneness

as I belong to my life.
There is no house

like the house of belonging.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Asheville, NC - Part 2

River Arts District


Thomas Wolfe

Botanical Gardens

Grovewood and Grove Park Area

 Indiana Car Club Visited!

Grove Park Inn

a ghost???...

Orbs..........could this be the ghost of the Pink Lady?