This post is recycled from 2011, with a few changes, but all in all the gratitude is still the same!
Happy Thanksgiving!
According to Webster:
woof: the threads interlacing at right angles
with the warp in a woven fabric.
When we are young, we think we should chase sadness away,
banish it as though it were something dirty and undesirable,
only to have it pop up again and again and again.
As we age, we come to realize that sorrows and joys are the fabric of life –
intertwined.
When one is prevelant, the other is close by – always.
Always.
Like the rose
and her thorns.
Another wild windy day at the beach.
Is it really ourselves
we find in the sea?
whatever we lose
like a you or a me
it's always ourselves
we find
in the sea.
Perhaps,
if we are paying attention,
it is ourselves we find everywhere.
A remembered shard of a poem by e. e. cummings about maggie and millie and molly and may.
Photo of Villano Beach, today, 11.13.13.
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