The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Thursday, January 16, 2014

I let the (dog)s out.

Sammy and me walking
(he really is a huge dog)

I'm busy reading
and doing a good bit of flying
and
trying to get a few things done around the house

I do miss the time to sit and think and write

It seems like I don't know how to express what I most likely need to be thinking about
like, I don't want to think about it
I want to let it just flow off of me
I want to let the mud of it settle

I am intentionally busy with other things
I'm walking my dog

"What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words!
His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself." ~Mark Twain

2 comments:

John Venlet said...

I am intentionally busy with other things
I'm walking my dog


I like that intention.

"What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words!
His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself." ~Mark Twain


D, wouldn't it be interesting to record and playback all real life which is lead in your head? Just for yourself, mind you.

DeAnn said...

I think that is what I am actually doing here on my little blog … I try to wrap it in words that clothe my private vulnerabilities … metaphors.
You'll enjoy this quote:

“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.”
― Flannery O'Connor

here, I have found a means to "befriend" myself.