March 23, 2017

ANGER is the deepest form of compassion, for another, for the world, for the self, 
for a life, for the body, for a family and for all our ideals, all vulnerable and all, 
possibly about to be hurt. Stripped of physical imprisonment and violent reaction,
anger is the purest form of care, the internal living flame of anger always illuminates
what we belong to, what we wish to protect and what we are willing to hazard 
ourselves for. What we usually call anger is only what is left of its essence when we
are overwhelmed by its accompanying vulnerability, when it reaches the lost surface
of our mind or our body’s incapacity to hold it, or when it touches the limits of our
understanding. What we name as anger is actually only the incoherent physical
incapacity to sustain this deep form of care in our outer daily life; the unwillingness
to be large enough and generous enough to hold what we love helplessly in our bodies
or our mind with the clarity and breadth of our whole being.

-David Whyte

March 18, 2017

Watching him grow up is the greatest gift I have ever been given.

March 16, 2017

Dear Leif,

Please don't let anyone ever tell you to sit there and not say anything.
As "your" song goes Get Up, Stand Up.


March 13, 2017

My second and last baby.
He is getting so big.

March 12, 2017

March 9, 2017

Il y a des mots qui font vivre
Et ce sont des mots innocents
Le mot chaleur le mot confiance
Amour justice et le mot liberté
Le mot enfant et le mot gentillesse
Et certains noms de fleurs et certains noms de fruits
Le mot courage et le mot découvrir
Et le mot frère et le mot camarade
Et certains noms de pays de villages
Et certains noms de femmes et d’amies

-Paul Éluard (extrait d'un poème à Gabriel Péri)