Image / Natalia Romanova
"And for what, except for you, do I feel love?
Do I press the extremest book of the wisest man
Close to me, hidden in me day and night?
In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,
Equal in living changingness to the light
In which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,
For a moment in the central of our being,
The vivid transparence that you bring is peace."
- Wallace Stevens, from Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction
Dana Wyss Healing Arts
Breathe deeply, practice often, be well.