As the miraculously sentient creatures of earth with the gift of forethought and planning, sometimes, our little giddinness producing miracles go sideways. New plans must take the place of a road not taken. Make some adjustments to life, or in other words, change. Change happens regardless of those Steinbeckian mice and men and their ne’er
Tag: love and chronic illness
But as human beings we need others. He remarked, “I want you,” – that’s a perception of me as object. We want a car, we want a computer. We need other humans – and that is the definition of love to me. Giving of yourself of love – not only the romantic kind of love, but the love we give of ourselves even when things seem the darkest. I told him I need you – in response.
I. Morning draws up the tired day, yet not even dawn. The barely risen sun climbs upon the horizon stretching Warm fingers that weave tightly into wisteria climbs. Roses, garden royals, heads bob on their thin thorny limbs. Flowers bloom from rains upon our backyard crop, Turned earth evicts a few worried worms. I find Solitude