“Anna: take me to the door

Of your house of flowers

Where bliss never ends.”

Jorge Carrera Andrade,

from ‘The Weathercock of the Cathedral of Quito.

translated by Thomas Merton




” Oh, to awake from dreaming…………………Let me pull myself out of these waters. But

they heap themselves on me; they sweep me in between their great shoulders; I am turned;

I  am tumbled; I  am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths,

with people pursuing, pursuing…..”

Virginia Woolf. The Waves