Thursday, September 9, 2010

What soothes me.


The trickling sound of water.

A cool breeze.

The faint scent of incense.

A butterfly.

The soil beneath my nails.

Chanting voices.

Movement in unison.

A smile from a stranger.

The written word.

Dark wood.

Soft fabrics.

An old photograph.


Moola Mantra


Cold metal.

Worn out jeans.

Votive Candles.

Walking a Labyrinth.


  1. just reading those words soothed me.

    I know that this is going to be a very hard weekend for you Dan and hope that you know that you are loved and cherished, not only by me, but by so many people.

    I want to come over and just hold you through it.

  2. ditto, Boo. Finding those things that still survive to soothe is - necessary. Think I will make my own list this morning.

    Should be a package for you today, dan. Regular mail.

  3. Wonderful list. It inspires me to make a list too. The smell of sage brush on the high plains just after a light rain will figure up near the top.

    Hope you are finding a place of peace at this time.

  4. Dear Dan,
    A day doesn't go by that I don't think of you. Sending love and light your way. . . .