progress towards an ending:
And I did manage to re-align what I remembered on the connection between the king of the Tylwyth Teg and the area surrounding Llyn y Fan Fach once more. This time it’s securely in my reference notes. Phew. This will do a lot to give my main character some “street cred” as it were. I know that sounds impossible but bear with me.
Another few celtic songs.
Another few words:
Might need another bit of coffee. Time to get back in the tea pot habit at night… Why isn’t there any chocolate in my bag. What sort of emergency-preparedness is that, exactly?
Naomi passed along this link – a massive and impressively structured stream of consciousness that we all experienced that day. 110 Stories by John M. Ford.
I hugged the stranger sitting next to me.
So this is what you call a second chance.
One turn aside, into eternity.
This is New York. We’ll find a place to dance.
And then the Poetry Foundation shared this audio-poem, Photograph from September 11 by Wis?awa Szymborska.
stillness of the 10th, 2013
driving home, this
September evening
the greyed trees paler
cushioned in white
cloud or fog
looking ahead
the hills fall and echo
and fade one after another
grey upon grey until
they touch
the colorless sky.
I conceive that pleasures are to be avoided if greater pains be the consequence, and pains to be coveted that will terminate in greater pleasures.
