To Martha:
From Martha:
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
4-2-11, Day 209
4/1/11, Day 208
To Mandy:
In honor of Poetry Month:
In honor of Poetry Month:
THE NOTICING PROJECT
The sunset caught, gilding the window arches,
igniting the top of the building,
Noticed while waiting for the light to change,
Downtown at the end of September.
…the end of the day,
the end of September.
A momentary distraction from the store front glitter,
the undertow of ordinary desire,
Noticed while waiting on a floating curb of concrete
before stepping back into the current,
…the end of the day,
the end of September.
EG
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
3-29-11, Day 205
To Gloria:
From Gloria:
"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
Rebecca Wells.
To Judy:
From Judy:
From Gloria:
"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
Rebecca Wells.
To Judy:
From Judy:
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