instead of studying, i opted to do the second of the most tedious things to do for a person like myself.... i walked.

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instead of studying, i opted to do the second of the most tedious things to do for a person like myself.... i walked.

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Ha! so i failed to keep up with my blog. oh well. ive been busy keeping my job, studying and keeping my sanity intact. But I'm gonna try again. My counsellor has asked me to try photography again. I'll try and show you what it's like walking with me through my everyday. I guess.. stay tuned? :D
drinking wine at 530 in the afternoon.
"Traveling through the Darkā by William Stafford
Traveling Ā through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
āMother to Sonā by Langston Hughes
Well, son, Iāll tell you;
Life for me aināt been no crystal stair.
Itās had tacks in it,Ā
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor--
Bare,
But all the time,
Iāse been a-climbinā on,
ANd reachinā landinās,
And turninā corners,
And sometimes goinā in the dark
Where there aināt been no light.
So boy, donāt you turn back.
Donāt you set down on the steps
āCause you finds itās kinder hard.
Donāt you fall now--
For Iāse still goinā, honey,
Iāse still climbinā,
And life for me aināt been no crystal stair.

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āKindnessā by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindess really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for;
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.Ā
I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightĀ
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sightĀ
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.Ā
I love thee to the level of everyday'sĀ
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.Ā
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;Ā
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.Ā
I love thee with the passion put to useĀ
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.Ā
I love thee with a love I seemed to loseĀ
With my lost saints -- I love thee with the breath,Ā
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,Ā
I shall but love thee better after death.
Caboose: (shouts into a cave) Have a nice day!
Caboose's Echo: Thanks, you too!