Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves
Feeling a bit contemplative today. Trying hard to finish commissioned work and tie up all the loose ends in Fredericksburg before we head to the mountains of Western North Carolina for some cool mountain air and much needed respite! Can't wait to see my Fiber Diva's in Asheville and find out what they are creating!
James Kavanagh is one of my favorite poets and for some reason this one kept popping in my head today so I thought I'd share. Perhaps I am thinking of my fellow Twisted TuTu Sisters - I think we can all relate to this emotion.....
"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love. For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.” ― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves