“The horse moved like a dancer, which is not surprising. A horse is a beautiful animal,
but he is perhaps most remarkable because he moves as if he always hears music.”
— Mark Helprin, A Winter’s Tale
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All posts for the month November, 2016
In school, you’re taught a lesson and then given a test.
In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson. — Tom Bodett
The Suit
Leonard Cohen, Flowers for Hitler
I am locked in a very expensive suit
old elegant and enduring
Only my hair has been able to get free
but someone has been leaving
their dandruff in it
Now I will tell you
all there is to know about optimism
Each day in hub cap mirror
in soup reflection
in other people’s spectacles
I check my hair
for an army of alpinists
for Indian rope trick masters
for tangled aviators
for dove and albatross
for insect suicides
for abominable snowmen
I check my hair
for aerialists of every kind
Dedicated as an automatic elevator
I comb my hair for possibilities
I stick my neck out
I lean illegally from locomotive windows
and only for the barber
do I wear a hat
“When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.” — Cree Prophecy
“…the year’s last, loveliest smile.” ― William Cullen Bryant
Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without…
“If you love all things, you will also attain the divine mystery that is in all things. For then your ability to perceive the truth will grow every day, and your mind will open itself to an all-embracing love” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.” — Melody Beattie ………🦃
“I respect hippos. They just look the way they do;
they can’t do anything about it, but they don’t seem bothered.” — Laura Mvula
“The depths of winter longing are ice within my heart
The shards of broken covenants lie sharp against my soul
The wraiths of long-lost ecstasy still keep us two apart
The amen winds of bitterness still keen from turn to pole.
The scares are twisted tendons, the stumps of struck-off limbs,
The aching pit of hunger and throb of unset bone,
My sanded burning eyeballs, as might within them dims,
Add nothin to the torment of lying here alone…
The shimmering flames of fever trace out your blessed face
My broken eardrums echo yet your voice inside my head
I do not fear the darkness that comes to me apace
I only dread the loss of you thy comes when I am dead.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
Maverick Mist 