... I close my eyes and listen to the roar and clatter of the world as it rushes by
We are rushing too.
The wind is whipping us.
We are so brief.
A one day dandelion.
A seedpod skittering across the ice.
We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird.
I don't know why it is given to us to be so mortal
and to feel so much.
It is a cruel trick and glorious.
Louise Erdrich
The Future Home of the Living God
It all feels so fleeting;
so hang on to the joys and the glimmers,
not the anger or fears.
"We are doing something".
Anne looked at her mother, confused, but her mother looked sure of herself.
"We're refusing to believe the story they're telling about us".
Alice Hoffman
When We Flew Way: A Novel of Anne Frank before the Diary
I'm convinced that
the crazier our government gets,
the more important it is to frame a reality for ourselves
that's different
than the one they're handing us.
still hanging on
Christmas decorating is finished.
Gifts are bought and wrapped -
in the basement, hiding from small eyes.
New furnace and AC system installed.
Old pin oak in front yard coming down, even as I write this.
It's been an expensive few weeks!
Heading to Chicago and WI for the holiday later this week.
and if, for any reason,
you can't be with them,
then hug those around you
and get to know THEM!
We're all here at this moment in time for a reason.
Let's find what that reason is!
