One of my favorite poems of all time. Robert Frost reminds to take a moment and appreciate all we have in life. But don’t stop for too long … Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watchRead More →
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Wuthering Heights by Emily BrontëRead More →
Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee! ~ Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1836Read More →
A Wounded Deer — leaps highest — I’ve heard the Hunter tell — ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death — And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings! Mirth is the MailRead More →
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, byRead More →
When we think of mindfulness, we often think of an activity done to benefit ourselves. It’s about finding your serenity. Bringing yourself peace. That being said, mindfulness is incredibly important when interacting with another person – and especially when you are flirting. First, what is mindfulness? Mindfulness is when youRead More →
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosy I said, “Twill keep” I woke – and chide my honest fingers, The Gem was gone And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all I own ~ Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)Read More →
There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never a face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I’ll love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why,Read More →
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often spoken The love my dying lips shall speak. Our little ones are making merry O’er am’rous ditties rhymed in jest, But in these words (though awkward very) The genuine article’s expressed.Read More →
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by herRead More →
