and, the things that were realand — Going Sideways
don’t seem so much lately
and, when I question that,
I question myself
and, those questions
don’t have answers
I want to hear […]
i put myself into my own handsand i wait — Going Sideways
i try to lift me up
above the miasma
and can only gather enough
strength to drag myself
through the stench […]
I love your work. It burns to read, aches familiar, resonates and inspires.
My heart goes out to you.
I’d say “hang in there”, but I can only think that we’re two bits of corn in the same mill and so, what purpose, encouragement? We’re going nowhere till we’re all ground up and done.
Still, I’d emanate compassion your way.
In that spirit, I thought I’d share this with you.
This is what determination looks like, and joy, and family.
When it’s cold outside and there’s no one around to buy your cookies, friends and family single-mindedly freeze together in a show of support and nobody leaves till they all leave together.
“O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana by Carl Orff