Joyful and mysterious, I long for the sea! I have too many layers, you will never understand me. I dive a little deeper and at times I hide away. To be in my mind is a place very few are allowed to go astray.
At one time it was pierced.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. D.H. Lawrence
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. Norman Cousins