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Some days, this is the face of the day. To pause. To breathe. To see not one face but all the faces hidden in what would seem to be a solid fortress. Not a fortress. A tapestry…..
Right: “that which is morally right, duty, obligation,” also “rule of conduct; law of a land;” also “what someone deserves; a just claim, what is due; correctness, truth; a legal entitlement, a privilege.”
Responsible(ility): “answerable” (to another, for something), “to respond.”…..
And when it is “all said and done,” it will be neither quiet nor complete. A reminder should one be tempted into omniscience and omnipotence and ignorance of life’s essential impermanence.
A white butterfly/moth nestled against a white flower. I took…..
95 degrees sitting in the direct sun on a very hot concrete bench. I listened as a guitarist readied the sound system. The organizer greeted people with long hugs and tears. Families watched as their children ran here and there. Wax…..
It’s not about religion. It’s not even about guns or terrorists. It’s about hate. It’s about demeaning words hurled and those dropped as carelessly as a lit cigarette thrown upon the earth. It’s about the voices of those who believe in love,…..
Stunned into stillness I could not even bow. The sunrise, like a tsunami, burst through the curtains as I greeted the day. Immediately James Taylor’s song “Fire and Rain” flooded my brain…”I’ve seen fire and rain.” But the song is of loss. This…..
With my hand touching her trunk, as always, with childlike wonder I gazed adoringly upward into her maze of branches and divided trunk. How often I have stood and sat here longing to climb and be cradled in her arms. And the whisper…..
Part 2 of being deaf enough to hear. I awoke this morning still pondering Beethoven’s Ode to Joy. The whisper was not yet finished.
At lunch, needing a break from the day, I went to my car to listen to my…..
Last night I read of one of Beethoven’s last symphonies. It was written at the time he was totally deaf. Deaf as in no hearing. I read of how before he went totally deaf he wrote a letter to his brothers…..
Sculpted. Painted. Dancing. Velvet. Water. The face I see at a point in time. I see so many faces. So many faces see mine. Which one am I seeing? Which one do they see? How many other faces are there in that one face I…..
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