“A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.” Effort, it seems to me, is what makes gain so sweet. Moving has stretched us beyond what we thought we were capable of, but never have we doubted our purpose. […]
Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
I really like the old jug!
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Thanks!
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I think the Texas tree is a live oak? I can’t even conceive of a tree being 1,000 years old. What a testament to its resilience!
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It is a live oak. That area had been hit by hurricanes – amazing that it still survives.
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I like sgeoil’s term “majestic.”
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Yes. that’s a good term
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I’ve got an old pot that came from my Nan. The lid and legs were broken and badly repaired quite a few times. My brother and I used to play frisbee in the living room when our parents were out! I still love that old battered pot.
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Yes, this one is cracked, but irreplaceable.
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I don’t know….antiquities…majestic tree, I feel you could just sit under her and share your soul and she would listen.
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Right?!
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