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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

Albert Camus

confession

I want to scoop up your words and put them in my pockets,
run them between my fingers in idle moments
sprinkle them around me, my magic circle
my trail of crumbs back home. I come
greedily, silently and often
a thief in the night
and I take take take, and your words
shine a light or
blow things to bits or
make space inside of me that was not there before. It is
foolishness, really
to leave such treasures lying about, where anyone can see.

But I love your foolishness; the generosity
the kindness, the courage of it.



Catherine! Jess! Kate! This one's for you. Because I think you are magnificent, and because your writing makes my life better. I pretty much fail at commenting, but I really do love you.

come morning light

Sad, but so well done I can't stop listening to it.
(And now, a beautiful video to go with it!)

some other beginning's end

Into a new year, a golden year -- a glory year, I hope. Just me and my full full heart and steadfast spirit and diamond mind. No secret dreams, not this time; I've laid them out, big and small, gentle and attainable but challenging still, and if I can achieve even half of them I'll feel that this was a more than worthwhile year.