We think we need a guarantee. What we get is a friend and a new morning. And then we get to do it all over again.
We’ve gone and done it again. By the time you read this post, the odds are we’ll have done it several times. We don’t regret a single one.
We’ve come to the end. We’ve come to the beginning. We’ve come to the moment that sends us backward and forward like spiritual seesaws.
There are many things to which we should abandon ourselves: fearless affection; the song “When Love Comes To Town” (and everything B.B. King has ever touched); the breathless wave of wonder when a hawk flies directly overhead; the primeval urge to shpritz Reddi-Wip directly into one’s mouth. But we must never make the fatal error […]
We all look inward and judge our coping abilities or our successes…or failures. We, as a rule, are pretty harsh critics when it comes to ourselves. We bandy about words like shattered, scattered, broken, and unbearable as if they aren’t sharply pointed. Drowning and overwhelmed get tossed about too, as do phrases like, “I can’t […]
Abandon all fear of abandonment, ye who enter Tabby’s Place. You might want to double up on the absurdity and audacity, but taking “all fear of abandonment” out of your knapsack should make extra room for those, as well as liverwurst, which you will also need.
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
We of the humanoid persuasion have a big thing going on with barriers. From thresholds across which brides were awkwardly (and riskily) schlepped, to glass ceilings, and garden walls, we love boundaries. At least, we love physical boundaries.
You aren’t seeing things. There are, as Paul Simon sang, angels in the architecture, especially right now. Gigantic garish gold Styrofoam angels at Macy’s. Skies of heavenly hosts, over mangers and strangers, under trees and eaves. Angels festooning the firmament of your own soul. Every December, without fail, they sing a little louder than usual.
Nobody needs me to point out that China’s Great Wall is a great wall. There are enough eponymous strip mall Chinese restaurants to prove that point. Maybe Hadrian’s Wall needs a little more of an assist. Let’s just say it was good for keeping sheep on either side, but otherwise it’s just kind of cool, […]