I don’t know what to write. I don’t want it scraped by AI. I’m not feeling like “living publicly”. I don’t have art to share right now. I hope you all find joy and abundance in the coming year. I’ll check in again when I check in again.
Two Years Later
Two Years Later
HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned?
I could have warned you; but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.
O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the world's a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.
—William Butler Yeats
I am still alive
Have been caught up in work (as one must in these, and most, times), life, and dog training. After Flora, we brought Nikolai home as a tiny puppy guy and now he’s a two year old standard poodle guy. The plan was, is, that he would be a service dog for M1. As with all things, it seems, we have a steep learning curve. The more I learn, the more I would change in hindsight. The more you know, and all that.
A Day and A Life
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I Run Off Where the Drifts Get Deeper...
I've been quiet, I know…
It's… Been a year.
I've been thinking about how life has a lot of parallel threads, and how it's just as important to identify, recognize and make use of the threads that contain joy and love as it is to identify, recognize and try to repair the threads that are fucked up. Everything runs concurrently. Bread AND roses. 🍞🌹
Reflections
Since May I’ve been trying to use my 13 Moons Lunar Calendar.* I fell off my bullet journal for various reasons, prime among them being systems tend to work for me for a while, then I need to shake them up to keep them fresh and… it got stale and so routine that I was just moving my to do list sticky note from week to week to week to week…. Not helpful. But with The Pandemic, I was getting to the point where all the days of the week were pretty interchangeable, just another day ending in y… I wasn’t able to pinpoint if I’d done anything in a day and so, true to form, not being able to follow a pattern/recipe, I now have at least two journals.
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My wish for you, on this Eve before the New Year of 2020…
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My wish for you
Is that you continue
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To be who and how you are
To astonish a mean world
With your acts of kindness
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To allow humor to lighten the burden
Of your tender heart
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In a society dark with cruelty
To let the people hear the grandeur
Of God in the peals of your laughter
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To let your eloquence
Elevate the people to heights
They had only imagined
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To remind the people that
Each is as good as the other
And that no one is beneath
Nor above you
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To remember your own young years
And look with favor upon the lost
And the least and the lonely
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To put the mantle of your protection
Around the bodies of
The young and defenseless
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To take the hand of the despised
And diseased and walk proudly with them
In the high street
Some might see you and
Be encouraged to do likewise
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To plant a public kiss of concern
On the cheek of the sick
And the aged and infirm
And count that as a
Natural action to be expected
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To let gratitude be the pillow
Upon which you kneel to
Say your nightly prayer
And let faith be the bridge
You build to overcome evil
And welcome good
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To ignore no vision
Which comes to enlarge your range
And increase your spirit
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To dare to love deeply
And risk everything
For the good thing
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To float
Happily in the sea of infinite substance
Which set aside riches for you
Before you had a name
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And by doing so
You and your work
Will be able to continue
Eternally