And the people stayed home


  And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new … Continue reading And the people stayed home

For The love of Ireland


  Have you ever had a dream, where your loved ones are walking towards a cliff with blindfolds on, and there is nothing you can do about it? No matter how loud you shout out to them, they can’t hear you. You try to run to them but your feet seem to be glued to the ground and you can’t budge no matter how hard you try. You watch them getting closer and closer to the edge with every step they take. You can’t stop them. Your mouth goes dry, your hands start to sweat and your body feels paralyzed; … Continue reading For The love of Ireland

Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art


Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.” — Ansel Adams If you would like to download any of our previous Quotes of the Day for free please visit: PI Photography and Fine Art Save via Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art Continue reading Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art

The passion of a writer’s pen


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I took the oath. To end will be the end. My breath your breath. My time your time. To hold and think Guilty if l rest you down. Shame and all shame upon me. Silence was before I spread the ink Making the earth bright, is what I think of with you A union to the end. (Jeremiah Muhwezi) A sword to pierce my heart for every tide I spit out a raw escape in a gasp of thought To mark specks of profound recklessness To feel the bleeding heartbeat… Continue reading The passion of a writer’s pen

The Art of Waiting


The Art of Waiting by Maria Fokas A hush beneath the sea, whispers into each string of night; precisely, and endlessly. Dreams bend back on themselves, like fragile circles hoping to be traced. Where the two ends meet, the dream is nurtured; where the two ends part, the taste of sweet love remains – Each of the two circles is true, but the truths are not the same. And as the night wakes, our sun disappears beneath the earth; once more, no rest in waiting. The sea turns from deep blue to bright red; reaching words from land to land and … Continue reading The Art of Waiting