Monday, January 11, 2016

Rest in Peace Mr Jones

Not wanting to believe the news I woke to, the news I do not want to accept, that I cannot write of poetically enough, that I dare not try to fathom... I went outside, looking for the beauty that is always there. Looking for reminders of why we don't crumple, or despair too much, lest we dissolve.

Happily I found little things, and glimpses that remind me that I love seemingly insignificant details, ordinary occurrences, life extraordinary for its habitual, routine nature.







Seeds have dropped here, and are beginning anew what their parents did... growing and blooming, dropping seeds. This makes me happy.

"Don't you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything."
~David Bowie

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