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her face seems
slowly sinking
wasting
crumbling like pastries
and they scream
the worst things in life come free to us 

You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

"Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember ( Read more... )

Sometimes when I've made the mistake of anger, which sometimes
breeds the mistake of cruelty, I walk
down the rocky slope above the ruined mill on Sope Creek
where sweet gum and hickory weave sunlight
into gauzy screens. And sometimes when I've made the mistake
of cruelty, which always breeds grief,
I remember how, years ago, my uncle led me, a boy,
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This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you ( Read more... )

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It must be Southern humor. I had the funniest cabin crew/pilots on my Southwest flight to Orlando ( Read more... )

Letting go of the desire for permanence and being content with being fleetingly happy, knowing that everything is temporal and nothing will last in the end. Giving up trying to control, trying to orchestrate things, being okay with triviality, being okay with this carefree, ignorant mode of being.

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( 'Cause there's no honesty, you'll never get to know / So many parts of me I never want to show )

"The observations and chance encounters of the solitary and silent are more blurred, yet at the same time more probing than those of social beings. Their thoughts are deeper and weirder, and never without a tinge of sorrow. Images and perceptions that might otherwise be easily dispensed with by a glance, a laugh or an exchange of opinion ( Read more... )