Sublime

Of being a mortal creature who was essentially alone but needed the myth of togetherness with others. Friends, children, lovers. It was an attractive myth. It was a myth you could easily inhabit.

Isak.

‘You are a poem – and that is to be the best part of a poet – what makes up the poet’s consciousness in his best moods,’ said Will, showing such originality as we all share with the morning and the spring-time and other endless renewals.

This was her favorite part of every class. "I am strong," she affirmed, believing in the power these simple phrases held to bolster and heal. "I am safe," she continued, the soft cadence of her voice wrapping around each student, a verbal caress meant to soothe and protect. "I am loved," she concluded, a reminder of th

Perhaps everything terrible in us is, in its deepest being, something helpless needing our help. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Mara, she called her, after the sea.

’Tis by the cures and keening or my heart would break in hunger, but ’tis more than that. I have the knowledge given to me by the Good People and I must use it for the people here or ’twould leave me.’

loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself