“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;
it is disposition alone.
Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other,
and seven days are more than enough for others.”
– Jane Austen… Read the rest
He was a friend of mine.
Sometimes I write, but question the urge to actually “publish.” Why bother? Who cares? Isn’t activity preferable to rumination.
Sometimes.
But the past defines us, defines me. I’ve tried to make peace with it, and yet … there are those incidents and periods that speak to me still. Some whisper, … Read the rest
“I’ve learned that people
will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget
how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou… Read the rest
If I can stop …
”If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”
Emily Dickinson… Read the rest
Stopping …
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The … Read the rest
Nothing Gold Can Stay
“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
– Robert Frost… Read the rest
The gong of time
“Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now. Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes … Read the rest
“Those who love deeply never grow old;
they may die of old age, but they die young.”
– DOROTHY CANFIELD FISHER… Read the rest
Daughter
Not a girl anymore. The days of snuggling in my arms are a thing of the past. The world grows wider for you every day. Possibilities abound.
I remember when you were young, and younger still. A distant fuzzy, foggy memory – to you. Yet, I can wander the halls … Read the rest