A post about Overlooking Tilden Park

Rain, wind, hail, sun, clouds, wind, rain, it is wonderful winter! I love it.  I am in the process of composing my thoughts on thresholds and am almost ready to post a first edition.  A tease is this quote of Boris Pasternak, "When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart and it is very easy to miss it." p8 of Anam Cara by John O'Donohue. 
       Another expression of a threshold similar to one of my poems is the thought that the body is in the soul as well as the soul is in the body; this is a place where invisible become visible and expressed some way. 


 

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