There is so much bad news , so much that scrapes the skin from your flesh and leaves just flinching, flayed nerves alive to every sadness. And so we turn our eyes away, watch a moth bulging at our self indulgence with blissful alien incomprehension, listen to the hoot of an owl, calling between the roar of the jets, read haikus, allow a late flower to suprise us and to delight us and we hold on as the world turns and turns and we hold on, hold on.
Your words are magical, and so are the moths. I’m holding on…
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Strong hands!
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Good post and pictures, which I totally relate to. xx
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Much of nature is comforting.
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beautiful. There is so much ugly . . .and thankfully so much beauty.
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Sometimes it’s all we can do!
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