I close my eyes as I lean against the tree, quieting my mind in silent meditation. I breathe deeply, inhaling the soft, earthy fragrance of the forest.
And surely there was an attraction to your hyper-literate conservative gurus; how many times did I hear you dreamily quoting William Buckley’s articles, savoring his turns of phrase like a fine wine?
If you aren’t satisfied with what you have, and are envious of other people, even if you did finally get what they have, it eventually wouldn’t be enough.
The color emerald has been appearing for several nights now. It began as a hillside, Wizard of Oz type of metaphor, then landed me smack dab in a calm sea with large black rocks underneath. In both instances, the scenery was as green and beautiful as Ireland herself.