1. like a bud that had unleafed too early, her shoulders were confined by a mantle of snow. she opened small and measuredly against the glassy pavement. and the cars swirled thickly around her, impatient in their hurry to progress the next ten feet. walking is unwelcome here, no matter how beautiful and slow your … Continue reading Walk Inside Yourself
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. – Willa Cather there is no backward or forward there is only closing and opening. there are no finite lines: only circles, curling curves that balloon and burst continually shedding from the … Continue reading Time is a Flower
in the beginning of my career, i left out one letter. chapter three, verse eight of second Thessalonians there was no “g” And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his comin: or so it read. secretly i … Continue reading The Typesetter’s Sin
Something to remember: “Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux.” (The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.) – Marcel Proust Continue reading Bloom Where You’re Planted
We are taught that life continues after death, but when we envision this truth, we imagine the next life in an altogether new, shining world completely separate from the muggy physical existence through which we currently slog. But the lives of the dead continue in the physical world, too. We leave seeds of ourselves inside … Continue reading On Meeting A Teacher After His Death
