'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep:
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
With light heart may she rise,
Gay fancy, cheerful eyes,
Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
O simple spirit, guided from above,
Dear Lady! friend devoutest of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
–– passage from poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1802). He wrote this one night as he did opium and was dejected over his love for Sara Hutchinson, a woman who was not his wife. Coleridge, along with Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement.
PHOTO: Tasha posted another photo from our session to her feed, so I thought I would share it here too. Love the look of serenity and repose on her face! Reminds me of a wise yogi friend who said, “Whenever I feel troubled, I pause and do a head stand. It empties my mind, and mends my heart.”