When we were small, we sat on lawn chairs on tepid Sunday nights facing southwest watching for tornadoes.
Sometimes it’s not convenient
to light candles
for the many small deaths
no one notices…
You know how it is when you find an old outfit in your closet and you wonder if it fits, or even if it’s still in style? I do that with ideas sometimes.
The Journey, by David Whyte:
You are not leaving. Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
Only a few feet from our front porch, these turkeys explored the garden weeds as casually as a couple discussing groceries. As unself-consciously as they arrived, they wandered off.
A few weekends ago, I cleaned out my closet. At the bottom of a box, I found a speeding ticket from 1999.
I simply don’t believe people hide behind words for very long. Think about shopping for clothes. I find a selection of pre-made clothes. No one would say I’m being false for wearing clothes.
This morning, I had so many strange dreams, I kept going back to sleep to finish them. They seemed to be saying “Netsparrow, you’re not prepared.” Apparently, I wasn’t.
Some interesting aspects about very-small-town life in 2011. I’m recommended this post office down the road a piece – they say it’s never crowded. They are right. I pull up to this tiny building. It’s easy to find. Right off the main road (or only road). I’m the only one in the parking lot. Clerk […]