“You are like a hurricane, there’s home in your eyes. And I’m getting blown away, somewhere safer where the feeling stays, I wanna love you but I’m getting blown away. I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream. And you could have been anyone to me.” – Neil Young Time is such …
I’m getting sappy. Yes, I picked some ripe pine cones from our ancient white pine tree that creaks and sways over our country lodge, leaving my fingers sticky with the fragrant essence of winter. But I’m also sappy over the whole season that is sitting right in front of me. Growing up with traditions of …
how fascinating is this? it’s a big saturday night, 4th of july weekend, the pulse of fireworks exploding outside of my window (although, it’s the 2nd, NOT the 4th, people…). the world is out and about, merry making and carrying on and consuming large amounts of liquor. and why not? it’s a big birthday. when …
so here goes. i am beyond out of words, and feel rotten about it. no matter what i do: push on my temples, don ‘writerly’ outfits, play inspiring classical music, hold a well-worn book in my hands, i have not felt one iota teeny tiny spark of inspiration to blather on about. it’s not like …
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