"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Poetic Memory...

I want to sit with someone that I care about and that cares about me and simply be for a long time. For part of a day and into the night, talking when we want to talk, and sharing in the silence when that is all there is. To feel the tangible closeness of two souls next to each other as the slow moments of time elapse. Content, relaxed, at peace – finally arriving at that place where poetic memories are created and captured for eternity.
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  1. AnonymousNovember 16, 2011 at 7:05 PM

    God hears our cries and sends roses, and sometimes He sends a single rose put in an unexpected place, and other times He delivers a bouquet. Sometimes in the midst of our own struggles, perhaps we can be God's roses to other hurting people.M.F.
    He who is able to bring forth rose from brier is able to make the thorn of your hedge blossom and bring forth fruit.M.C.

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