Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.