dear m.e.w.,
on this day, ten years ago, we were to be married — i thee wed, till death do us part, throw the rice — it was to be our day, our beginning, but it never happened. i pause today to remember and to say some of the things i couldn’t say, all those years [...]
falling leaves / hide the path / so quietly (j. bailey)
the poetry of the earth is never dead. (j. keats)
i’ve been sick. i came to this realization last wednesday, when my tell-tale sore throat made it’s first appearance, but i resisted admitting defeat until thursday afternoon. by friday, i was already two bowls of chicken noodle soup down, and on my way to the doctor. recovery has taken the better part of the past [...]
old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. they are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. we have need for them. they represent the wisdom of our race. (s. kunitz)
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