First we summited, then we spelunked.
Tag Archives: falling
The Virgil effect
Life befriends and guides generous men. Tightwads fall into holes they’ve dug themselves.
An oceanic event
Sitting in the stillness this morning, a single tear plummeted down my cheek.
Descent
We do not fall in love. We fall into love, into the awareness of who we are.
Love is a state of being. It is impersonal. It has no object, point or purpose.