The Golden Thread

Where the numinous qualities of life weave through artistic expression.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Chasing Shadows

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Tender Thoughts

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Open Your Heart

This is another exploration of my 2012 chosen word, OPEN.

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Sunday, January 29, 2012

Dreaming

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Friday, January 27, 2012

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time by mkrugel on polyvore.com

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Tattered Beauties

Tattered Beauties by mkrugel featuring silk evening dresses

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Blue Valence

Blue Valence by mkrugel on polyvore.com

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There's a thread you follow.
It goes among
things that change.
But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding.
You don't ever let go of the thread.

-- William Stafford

Meredith

About Me

Meredith: It has become more difficult to introduce myself. How do we describe who we are? I realize that I am not defined by my name, my gender, my profession, my relationships, my religion, or my accomplishments. My past does not define me. I am… something else. Some will say that I am a presence moving gently here, and that I am one who listens deeply, loves with an open heart, finds bliss in ordinary miracles, and seeks truth in silence, innocently. I am not so different than you.

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