Vivez Avec Reconnaissance Dans Chaque Moment
Mes remerciements de tout coeur . . .
. . . for humour-the kind so funny that you laugh until your stomach hurts. Laughter is good for the soul. I've recently had an immense amount of fun participating in a group humour-writing project. There was also some delightful and extraordinarily silly banter between friends . . . Lately, I've seen every instance of humour as a gift. Humour has also found me lying in a pit of despair and has lifted me up out of it-up even into the clouds. Humour also has a way of inserting itself into tense, aggravated moments and of arriving to end periods of uncomfortable silence. Say hello to humour. Let out your laughter. Laughter is love. It's the love that the bright and shiny eyed child has for life when laughter and merriment fills them with delirious joy.
Hélez le Humour!
. . . for return journeys. . . . Always leaves me awash in expressions of gratitude. Fall down, go away, shut your eyes, fantasize, shut your door, go explore-all so you can simply return once more.
La séparation . . . c'est nécessaire pour l'expérience du retour.
. . . She-the dazzling-eyed child, the delighted dancer, who dreams the dawn. She-the passionate lover, the loving mother, who lives empowered. She-the waning moon which whispers, the weathered-wise woman, who weaves the web.
Dieu Elle-Même.
. . . Morning Star. Shine with the pale moonlight. New day come. Lead us out of the night.
Evening Star. Shine with the pale moonlight. Darkness come. Return unto the night.
L'étoile du matin . . . L'étoile du berger . . . brillez, jaillissez, et pénétrez par moi.
