so, i'm back to my assorted blogs. i miss writing. will see about this resolve because now not only do i have a shelf full of pretty spiral books and logs, now i have many blogs going.
" For a long time then I seemed to live by a slender thread of faith, spun out from within me. From this single thread I spun strands that joined me to the good things of the world. And then I spun more threads that joined all the strands together, making a life. When it was complete, or nearly so, it was shapely and beautiful in the light of day. It endured through the nights, but sometimes it only barely did. It would be tattered and set awry by things that fell or blew or fled or flew. Many of the strands would be broken. Those I would have to spin and weave again in the morning."
Herbert's Bird Psalm.
rebuilding.
things that fell or blew or fled or flew.
thank you Wendell Berry.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
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