For some reason, I feel like this tree belongs in a story. Maybe it's because it looks somewhat gnarled to me, and "gnarled" is such a story-sounding word.
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"He gave me no assurance. No fixed land. Always one must throw oneself into the wave."
"Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today, and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? ... Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, "Prison Poems")
"He gave me no assurance. No fixed land. Always one must throw oneself into the wave."
"Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today, and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? ... Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, "Prison Poems")
This week I give God a cheer for:
parchment paper, chalkboard paint, free museum weekends, public transportation, online cultural resources, free apps to help you learn non-roman scripts, science experiments, cast iron dutch ovens, cast iron dutch oven lids which double as a skillets, power drills, gallery walls, taco nights with friends, vegetarian cookbooks, apples on sale, the way flowers brighten a room, new curtains, globes, Friday night outings, engineering paper, movie-makers not destroying my favorite book, movie-makers creating something beautiful based on my favorite book, theater pubs, Gutenberg, sunny-yet-freezing weather, new dishtowels, hand-thrown pottery, the golden ratio, secondhand stores, stained glass, and the word "kerfuffle," among other things.
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1 comment:
"Knarled" is also descriptive of old hands, hands that have seen a life of labor.While I can disguise the passage of years by artful make-up and dress, my hands show my years! Maybe not "knarled" yet, but on their way. Then again, it could be sun damage!
Love, Aunt Linda
PS, I enjoy your blog!
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