Lines on a favored child.
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.
There is no favorite child, only the rotation of focus. They are three suns shining in the heavens, and I am the moon that orbits them all, the ellipse of my love moving into the light of this one now, then that one, then the other, as they spin and I turn from dawn to dawn to dawn. A new splendor breaking over my horizon each hour.
I love the writing you are doing on the blog. I am beginning to think that facebook and twitter are more of a energy sucking distraction. Muriel Ryan complimented your writing today.
Thank you, and thank her. Now I just need someone to send me a weekly digest of what’s happening.
I wish I could quiet myself to achieve the kinds of insight reflected in your blog. I don’t pretend that I could ever express them as beautifully as you do, but I wish I could slow everything down to take things in as you do here…
This is really beautiful!!
love, love, love this!
What an extraordinarily gorgeous analogy. Yes, yes, and yes. xox
Thank goodness for writers and poets who are able to express in words how I feel. Thank you.
lovely, thanks