“The wound is the place where light enters you.” Those are the words a friend texted me out of the blue. The words are from Rumi (and a hundred other Wise Ones speaking in scores of languages … [Read more...]
A Wednesday Rant: Rime Ice Around the Heart
When fog freezes over, not Hell, the tiny droplets of water forms a layer of white ice over whatever it touches. This is called hard rime ice. Soft rime ice is the same thing, I think, except it is … [Read more...]