Mily took a tumble on Saturday, July 14th, 2001. As she fell, Mily lost all her marbles in the overgrown grass along the edge of her backyard. The jar that she had been holding shattered on the pink granite rock when she tossed it to free her hands and catch herself from crashing to the ground –
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PROMPT: What has reading taught you about navigating the world? What is one story that has most impacted your worldview or way you move through life?
A poem in spite of a traumatic anniversary of mine ~ from last year's break-in ~
LORD, Repentance sounds like sipping wind ....
A poem inspired by scripture - See Matthew 13:44 NIV
DEAREST TEACHER, ... I’m writing to you because quite frankly, I’ve been thinking about doing it for nearly my whole life, and I’m pretty sick of chickening out at this point. I figure, there’ve got to be lots of people like me who, in light of your recent points-of-view, finally said to themselves, “Ah th’heck with it! She ought to know what I have to say.”
"Weeks go by sometimes where I forget you're looking out for me. Always waiting in the wings..."
Just like that? Ended, wow. To think that on the very next day last year...
I like a good quote or two for good measure...