Wednesday, June 20, 2007


why are we holding
our stories inside us
like knives—
handing them handle-
forward to those who ask
for a word?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As every flower faces and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give,
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live

Hermann Hesse
Happy travels. Sending lots of magic force to guide you safely on ur way. Looking forward to reading your blogs.
Lots o love Dovespirit (Cathy)