Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Steel rails, chasing sunshine round the bend
Winding through the trees, like a ribbon in the wind
I don’t mind not knowing what lies down the track
Cause I’m looking out ahead, to keep my mind from turning back
Jolly Santa, the engineer.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
All through autumn we hear a double voice:
One says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying.
The paradox is exquisite.
We feel what the Japanese call “aware”—an almost untranslatable word meaning something like “beauty tinged with sadness.”
Gretel Ehrlich The Solace of Open Spaces