photo uploaded from flickr by Johnny Blood'sThe light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that I exist.
Dag Hammarskjold
Markings.
We live inside and outside of so many boundaries. Even psychospiritual teaching warns us of the need to mainstain our boundaries in order to facilitate healthy relationships. We tend to define our very existence by boundaries and yet . . . when the boundaries are erased...
ReplyDeleteThere is so much here to chew on!!!!!