I can tell I’ve been listening to the lays of Bilbo. Here, small works, the labor of the world, are known, that day by day we hurry through both chores and song and lightly running pass down one path then … Continue reading →
I’m off topic from my own prompts today… So alike, mother and daughter, that as the mother scolds her for sins of inattention and fidgeting and whining and perhaps a tantrumI I can easily imagine the little girl, using the … Continue reading →
Jumped? No. Not at all. Falling? Not exactly. Allowed myself to fall? Gave myself willingly to the spring surge, the tidal pull? More than likely. Look the wrong way and it plows down and sweeps you away unexpected. Not necessarily … Continue reading →
Those sitting with hills brushing their hair with wind having a cloud ceiling. These are the folk, trusted and thought to be brave facing the dangers they find and ignoring the phantoms. The birds bring them news and the seasons, … Continue reading →
In the rain the ground parts to let the still greenness flow upward and out. In the rain the greens resolve to face April’s chill leaving the warm mould. In the rain the world takes a big breath of soft … Continue reading →
True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice.
