Everyday I wake up and my small world is the same.
I want to share these sweet little eggs.
I took this photo in a garden shop.
The eggs are fake. Still, they evoke a sense of tenderness and yearning in me.
I want to live in a little cottage in a beautiful place where life is peaceful.
With little nests, butterflies and fragrant flowers….
It’s been a hard week.
Actually, a hard year or so.
This pandemic drags on.
I am upset that my friends are losing their jobs, moving away.
And of course, there are the countless deaths.
Oregon hospitals are bringing in temporary morgues (KGW8 9/3/2021)
Idaho morgues are running out of space. (Washington Post 9/25/2021 issue)
I am weary.
“And like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out.”
~~Gloucester (Henry VI Part 3, Act III scene ii) Shakespeare
Thursday is the day I was born, eons ago in a galaxy far, far away.
Not really eons ago and not really in a galaxy far, far away. Continue reading “Thursday’s Child”