Her little fingers almost pudgy, but not quite, grasp at something beyond her reach and, instead, touch me
I It’s funny how beautiful the world looks this morning In the glow of a love as ancient and inevitable as the rising sun The day after a show, or something equally profound, Hums and crackles with a renewed belief in the ability Of ideas and passions to share their strength Across times that shareContinue reading “It’s Funny How Beautiful”
What I mean when I say “I love you,” and what it means when you hear it are two very different things. That’s where words break down. They can’t adequately describe the feeling, it must be demonstrated to be understood, if even that can do it.
I recently went to a memorial service for the mother of a friend. You can tell a lot about a person by the things people say about them when they’re not around, and by the memories of the people who love her. They talked about strawberry shortcake and Volkswagens; falling trees and fireworks; telephone callsContinue reading “Memorial – Ruth Detjen”
The world shrinks And life expands It’s funny the way things work Everything we go through Gives us a new chance to learn Everything is fuel Let it burn