Time passes before me, hiding in its wake those things that would please my soul.
if there is a bad sign of the world\’s temper just now, it is that men will listen to politicians, scientists, men of commerce, and journalists, because these can arouse a sensation, or even confer material benefits; but men will not listen to poets, because they have so little use for the small and joyful thoughts that make up some of the best pleasures of life.
Listen further to what Paul Taylor says of his profession: “From childhood on, I’ve been a reticent guy who spends a lot of time alone. I make dances in an effort to communicate to people.” We humans have a need to communicate, to share our feelings, our memories and our knowledge. When something makes us feel good we want others to know about it. And there are times when words seem almost helpless to convey such a feeling.
During the Christmas holidays my wife was determined to make a particular chocolate treat that was featured in Southern Living magazine. Determined, I say, because she didn\’t give up after I bought the wrong type of chocolate at the grocery store. She tried to improvise using what I bought to create the same beautiful, swirling chocolate treats that she saw in the pictures. But it didn\’t work.
I enjoy the rhythm of Christmas. Things in my world slow down this time of year, and I welcome the change of pace
At times I feel as though I’m clicking on all cylinders. But then other times, everything’s a struggle.
Early one morning last week I went to the grocery store to buy a few necessary breakfast items: milk, bread and coffee.
I live my life on paper roads
With ink that stains my hand,
Blotting troubles long forgotten
Plodding ’bout this land.