This post is for last week's writing prompt: One Single Impression: Spectacle   If I could see with the eyes of love Nothing could be a spectacle. Nothing could be outside the circle.   If I would see with the eyes of love All would be spectacular. All would be insanely lovely. All would be inside the circle of Joy. ...

About 13 years ago I had a dream that I will live-into for the rest of my life. In the dream, I'm part of the life of a retreat center or monastery of some sort.  The center is on an island and on top of a large plateau or mountain with ocean surrounding.  I can remember walking to the edge and looking downward and outward and feeling ...