
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.
~Anne Lamott
it’s ok, oh yes oh yes…..
inquiry for today~ and when the day came…..
We would be together
and have our books
and at night be warm in bed together
with the windows open
and the stars bright.
~Ernest Hemingway
There, listening to the Nightingale sing …
living poetry g.f.s….