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"worth beyond beauty"
Amaryllis (belladonna)
My obsession with root words & classical allusion continues through the simple but significant gift of a flower and a journey and an observational lesson in growth & change.
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Storybook Lore
My friend Olga writes on,
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
... & a beautiful bit of writing it is too.
One of the greatest of the Grand Narratives you will ever ken:
the story of your own life & how you choose to shape it.
I'm telling you stories. Trust me. ~ JW
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What a difference a day makes...
Bingley:
" Here. On this day, we will, in our own separate lives, pick a dog rose.
It shall be the only sign before God that we were ever in love and always shall be.
The only sign but this."
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Reading from 'Gut Symmetries'
Walk with me ... Walk the seen and the unseen.
What can be rendered visible and what cannot.
The wind up at dusk and the leaves in squalls and the birds flying
into the wind-backed leaves so that in the lost light I could not say
where the leaves stopped and the birds began. I try to distinguish
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\ˈmi-ˌthōs,
Oh, words strike home...
B&T
- Stornoway:
you and me connected unexpected
in our drifting thoughts
.. sinking in the storm of separation
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Can anyone deny that we are haunted? What is it that crouches
under the myths we have made? Always the physical prescence
of something split off.
Paradise: The Eden from which we ( Read more... ) -
Excerpt. Apt.
From, "That Dress, This Shirt":
Now that we no longer have Time’s currency to squander,
Let's get used to the raw material we are,
Let's celebrate this far harder adventure,
And stop carrying about the dead weight of Ago.
Patten, Brian. Collected Love Poems
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stick with me.
Well said, Maya:My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
~~~ Hebrews 10:32 TM Remember those early days after you first saw the light? Those were the hard times! [..] you let them go with a smile, knowing they couldn't touch your real treasure. ( Read more... )
