Bits and Pieces

Little bits and pieces:

Well, the sun is kissing the moon – or wishing he could, at any rate.

But the show goes on, life goes on. Here we are, just as the world turns. Find another set of answers if these ones don’t satisfy. Walk the path of the wanderer, keeping your head in the sky. On and on the road runs, next to the river of Joy and Sorrow. The travelers along this road are interesting folk – they have seen a lot in the miles they have walked.

Over the horizon, a star hangs loose. Can you see it?

It’s ready to fall, but something or Someone seems to be holding it in place.
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Never forget.

The Order of the Day

Well, I’m showing up today, thinking about how, if I want to be a writer, I’ll actually have to… write.

It seems to me like my mind is crawling with ideas, and thoughts, and opinions, and reflections on life, but the moment I stop and try to catalog them on the page – it’s as if I suddenly have nothing to say.

And this, of course, presents itself as one of the most haunting and insistent objections of the would-be writer who doesn’t write: “I don’t have anything to say.”

And yet, as surely as the sun comes up, the words seem to find me, so long as I’m willing to sit and stay a while.

The words certainly aren’t always very good. But sometimes what’s more important than having something good to say is showing up with the intention of saying something – anything – at all.

So that’s the order of the day – showing up; hoping to say something useful or interesting; perhaps succeeding, perhaps not; but sticking it out and seeing it through either way.

Isn’t that sort of how life itself tends to work?

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them … they could perceive what they have made of us.

Albert Camus

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