Soil The soil of a land should tell its story But it doesn’t. Stories are human, whether inherently or not And need to be told by us.
Kindness is sometimes wiser than honesty.
Soil The soil of a land should tell its story But it doesn’t. Stories are human, whether inherently or not And need to be told by us.
[I wrote this back in March, but for some reason didn't publish it. Now when I look at it again, I can't remember why I wrote it or why I didn't just publish it then.] Cry, dear Soul For all that was And all that wasn’t For what transpired And all that didn’t happen. Cry, [...]
Vaccuming There’s something…sweetly gratifying about seeing the dust and dirt collected in the see-through chamber of the vacuum cleaner after giving it a run on the floor, or even more, using the nozzle tool to clean nooks and crannies. Nobel-worthy quotation We came up the walk, between the slow, thought-brewing, beat-up old heads, liver-spotted, of [...]
Wherever you go I had heard it before, “You take yourself with you wherever you go,” or alternatively, “Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.” And it sounded something of a tautology, until a few days ago, when it just made a bit more sense. Augie March You shouldn’t be angry for hearing the [...]
Why me? Why now? Why here (and not there)? Why you?