what feels familiar, worn, trusted was once new and strange
The Familiar
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As We Age
grief feels deeper and more intense as we age,
then again, so does happiness
Home
Instead of the river, there are now trees. Instead of big, tall windows that let in 14 hours of summer sun, there are smaller, shaded windows and a cooler, darker, sweeter space, sprinkled with dapled spots of bright light. How does “place” define us? Interesting question. I look for deer now, not the heron, I look for the skunk at night. I collect blue jay feathers and listen for the cries of the hawks. I pull the pup from the poison ivy and she looks at me as if to say, “when are we going home?” and I say, “little girl, we are home”.
See you Later
I will be taking a break for a week or so. Be well and safe and I’ll see you in these woods again soon.
The Phantom Tollbooth:5
“…if we’d told you then, you might not have gone — and, as you’ve discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
The Phantom Tollbooth:4
“If it’s one thing I can’t swallow, it’s ideas: they’re so hard to digest.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
The Phantom Tollbooth:3
“Milo tried very hard to understand all the things he’d been told, and all the things he’d seen, and, as he spoke, one curious thing still bothered him. “Why is it…that quite often even the things which are correct just don’t seem to be right?”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
The Phantom Tollbooth:2
“…from here that looks like a bucket of water…but from an ant’s point of view it’s a vast ocean, from an elephant’s just a cool drink, and to a fish, of course, it’s home. So, you see, the way you see things depends a great deal on where you look at them from.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
One week of excerpts from The Phantom Tollbooth:1
“It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time… I can’t see the point in learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing where Ethiopia is or how to spell February.” And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
Flaws
flaws lend interest to perfect beauty
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