[embed]https://youtu.be/7dpqM-y29L0?t=10s[/embed] Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heav'n's sun doth gently waste. With such an expenditure of emotional energy as last week’s lunar eclipse required, this week you may need some extra time for quiet contemplation....

In Progress by Christina Rossetti Ten years ago it seemed impossible That she should ever grow as calm as this, With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well. Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell, Silent with long unbroken silences, Centred in self yet not...