Learning Lessons 07/22/2018 “And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami It is an interesting thing to me that we do not learn a lesson and then remember it. I notice, in my life, that I find patterns and challenges, with corre3sponding lessons, return READ MORE
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami It is an interesting thing to me that we do not learn a lesson and then remember it. I notice, in my life, that I find patterns and challenges, with corre3sponding lessons, return
Learning the Lessons 11/12/2017 "...as new snow dumps a cover over everything else in my world, and scrambled chaos and joy and laughter and sins, of earlier seasons, are covered.... there is a teary pockmark wherever snowflake fell." - CD, comment on FB We do not outgrow any lessons. We will always seek those who will save us in some way. We will wander through life, aimlessly, one foot in front of the other, betimes. Our identity and challenges and changes will go on for as long as we live. We will recreate ourselves READ MORE
"...as new snow dumps a cover over everything else in my world, and scrambled chaos and joy and laughter and sins, of earlier seasons, are covered.... there is a teary pockmark wherever snowflake fell." - CD, comment on FB We do not outgrow any lessons. We will always seek those who will save us in some way. We will wander through life, aimlessly, one foot in front of the other, betimes. Our identity and challenges and changes will go on for as long as we live. We will recreate ourselves
July 14. 2016 - What Grief Has Taught Me: 07/14/2016 In My Craft Or Sullen Art - by Dylan Thomas In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for READ MORE
In My Craft Or Sullen Art - by Dylan Thomas In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for