“Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”
W.Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet
Sinking sand
It is so easy to get bogged down.
It is so easy to get dragged down.
I was feeling tired.
I was feeling fed up.
I was feeling generally worn down.
I was finding thinking physically difficult.
I hate moments like this.
There are moments of desert.
There are moments when flowers seem improbable.
And yet they do bloom.
School with heavy looks...
He looked at me glumly.
He was finding thinking physically difficult.
I noted down a few words diagramatically on a piece of rough paper.
I looked up at him.
He looked back at me.
There was a gleam in his eye.
It was if he had been awaken from a prolonged sleep.
There was a connection.
I suddenly felt a spark run through me.
I suddenly felt a whole lot less tired.
This is how I can continue doing what I do, in a desert.
It only takes one flower.
Ice dams.
Winter seems perpetual.
Day after day of cold.
Day after day of chill.
There are moments of darkness.
There are moments when flowers seem improbable.
And yet they do bloom.
My friend Terry sent me some evidence here. (click link)
My friend Kevin sent me some evidence here. (click link)
Joy rises.
This is joy.
This is spring.
This is love.
It is infectious.
