kindness

"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."

~Naomi Shihab Nye

my red hat is now also dead

sadly it was destroyed at the cleaners with a chemical solvent we probably shouldn't use anymore. and yes, i loved this hat enough to send it out for cleaning; so you see my pain is deep. let's hope the new year brings me more of a whatever color thumb keeps things alive. here's hoping...

a haze on your house!

a haze on your house! this must be the hex put on me today with the rain pouring and the apartment steamy from my post-war pipes, all i want to do is read poetry in silk and doze in a certain someone's arms. days like this should be built into the schedule. i truly believe they are good for the soul and yet, why, oh why, do i have this guilt about that infernal tug of work and no play always reaping at my door. i have decided today that the culprit is culture moving too far beyond people to be really ours any more. and yet i abet you to reach the infernal light at the end of the tunnel. for shame.