I saw his name. I read his words. I felt it. Then I read the words of someone else. Those words sparked a sensation, a rawness, within me. "This is what I want, what I need," I said. This is what I saw: ... poet Mark Strand wrote, “There is something about Neruda—about the way … Continue reading A Man Who Wrote Poetry
The Spring Equinox for those of us south of the equator. Days and nights of equal length. The crepuscular critters get out and about in the times we are more aware of them. I love those things - their sounds, shapes, the way they hide in the half-light as day fades or wakes. It is … Continue reading Equinox
I think I missed putting this out - I did, I did! Not to worry - it's here now. A book of four short stories, soft sci-fi, slightly scary, and FREE, link on Cover (Not on Amazon, sorry!). A long journey, a lost soul, a destination in mind, and a task to perform. Which of … Continue reading In Case …
Well, today it's time. I got the message from CreateSpace, so clicked on the button. Easy, I've seen where others have done it. Fast. A few minutes. Not for this little green duck (maybe I should've chosen a Muscovy duck as the mascot - no one messes with them!). 50 minutes later, it's still swirling … Continue reading The Issue is Always Time … and
It's a serious business, apparently. Books, that is, and how you (as in, how I treat them). I know one or two library people, lots of book-lovers, readers, collectors, such-like. One of those people (not saying from which group; you try to guess) went into my book-room the other day and came out looking as … Continue reading In Trouble! Again!
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“Listen carefully, Billy”, my Grandfather said. He looked me straight in the eye.
“I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.”
“What does that mean Grandpa?”
“It means, Billy, that you should never complain because there is always someone who has it worse than you. Be happy with what you have.”
I was a young boy when he said that to me. I don’t remember what I was complaining about but after that exchange I learned that men, men like my Grandfather, don’t complain.
Have I complained since then? Of course, it happens. But my brain immediately flashes back to that quote. And shuts me down. It has served me well, in fact it was one of my greatest life lessons and shaped who I am today.
People often told me during the height of my Illness that my positive…
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