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I meet so many interesting people by chance. Like Michael Billington browsing berries along the Clark Fork waiting for the sun to set. He impressed me as someone who is a deep thinker and needs to go elsewhere... then he mentioned he is planning to spend a year in NavajoLand. He just turned 20. Yep. I meet interesting people everywhere I wander. In the midst of silence for Shaziane Codrington It was tiny hidden beneath cooling flesh the bones of it hushed before the frost of autumn untimely death shed as earth clothed itself with ermine, diamonds, to stay the north-wind's breath. It became tinier so tiny time itself passed over it. Small, smaller than a mote in God's eternal Eye. The stars forgot it. The oceans missed it as they counted each humble grain of sand— twice; and yet, quiet, quieter in this stillness of the uncaring void it is within the midst of silence that the soul finds its voice. © Kåre Enga 2010-08-30 [167.186] Based on Shaziane Codrington's quote "It is within the midst of silence that the soul finds its voice". Update: "In the midst of silence" Had to make it a separate item now that it needs editing before Rosemary Sinniger at Facebook uses it at a Lutheran Women's Conference... I need to work on it!!! Finished with Jordan's Wheel of Time until the next, the penultimate, #13, comes out. Read the prequel New Spring and surprised myself that I enjoyed it so much. I'll need to set aside some poetry to read as a novel of 700+ pages is too engrossing and time consuming (I read slow... as fast as I can "hear it"). Should read John Clare's (1793-1864) poetry. Suspect that his regional, common-folk, common landscapes, focus on nature may inspire me. His poem, "I Am" can be found here: http://www.slate.com/id/3443 54º on a pale grey day. And now it sprinkles... 60,825 |