Selections from May-Day by Ralph Waldo Emerson “. . .What potent blood hath modest May; What fiery force the earth renews, The wealth of forms, the flush of hues; Joy shed in rosy waves abroad Flows from the heart of Love, the Lord. . .”   April’s reign of sweet sorrow...

Como puede ser verdad? [embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqIIW7nxBgc[/embed] Mercury Retrogrades inspire a deep communion with the past, beckoning you to reflect on things long forgotten. For these three-week interludes, you are afforded the opportunity to waste less energy on envisioning the future in favor of full immersion into the rich materia of...

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. [caption id="attachment_3009" align="aligncenter" width="355"] Robert Frost[/caption] Why is...