it’s easy to not understand that seems to be the simpler of the two options to simply protest that the other is not coherent or understandable and so often i hear this approach used as the end of the argument though it has nothing to do with arguing and more to do with writing someone
The place where I live is infused with Expectation and delight. It is not a common abode. (That would be all too simple.) From edge to edge, it neither Holds nor bars memory. Instead, it invites the present: Dirt tracked in by the dog, Friends dropping by with a Package (literal or not), Seasonal items
you know how when you unroll a yoga mat it tries to curl in the same direction that it was rolled? that’s what today feels like. i just want to go with the flow; or better yet: the curl. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Just for today I put the critic aside, Only offering You … And me Affirmation and grace. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright 2011 by Music for the Moment, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 64/1,000
sing to me about your sadness and about your joy i don’t want to wait any more to hear your celebration or your longing ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by Music for the Moment, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 63/1,000
On the one hand: A turn of phrase Or a phrase of turning, A twisted word Or a wordy twist: They are just words Anyway. Much better to attend To life: Grass, Leaf, Bark, Stream, Snow, Wind, Flesh, and Bone. Blink and you will miss them. The words will stay on the page. Come back
When sunlight hits a crest of snow The combination crackles with Brilliance. Does the snow or the sun know That they have created such a Wonder? Apparently not. For they each Carry on, undisturbed and Stalwart. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by Music for the Moment, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 61/1,000
Well, I can barely remember That day, now. I’m pretty sure it was a Tuesday, But I’m not even certain about that. In some ways it was literally So many years ago. In other ways, the sensations Linger like it was yesterday. It was a shocking grief And the most hollow sadness I’ve ever felt.
Being unemployed has several side-effects: Reduced income, eating away at money saved up For other purposes, and most of all — time on my hands. I kept seeing the time on my hands as a mystery to Be delved into and decided upon. Now, I realize that it is a simple gift. I had seen
In-between, there is that temperature: Frozen water begins to drip And liquid water begins to freeze. Whatever its state, the water Does not anticipate the change. It simply flows or hardens As the in-between requires Of it. As if it were an artist Responding to inspiration, The ice or fluid begins to take On the
