I am in here.
I once found a poem that poleaxed me with its entire self, which was several pages long. It was so beautiful thatI did not think about it. I just thought it, over and over again. It never occurred to me that it had any meaning, no more than a sunset has meaning. I loved the … Continue reading I read, yet again
I’d apologize for the long silences here in the blog, but they’re not a product of boredom. I seem to have lost my ability (temporarily, I hope) to gather up small bits of items or conversations. I love that about the blogosphere — it’s simply harder to do. I seem to be walking along a … Continue reading Path
It is Monday morning. I am trying to pay attention to this fact because I have gotten way too used to the days running into each other, the way they have been doing since my operation. I will go to the grocery store this morning. It just occurred to me that that’s the perfect way … Continue reading Monday morning, and the use of time
These past few weeks, when I’ve not been dealing with nausea, I’ve had quite the bit of inner peace going. It has just occurred to me, though, that this inner peace could simply be a result of the rearrangement of my guts. I prefer the more spiritual explanation; I don’t know why — I just … Continue reading Inner something
white pebble 