I’ve exhausted myself from the adage, “Before I can love someone, I must love myself” (Nevermind if I adjust that to read, “learn to love.”). Though sound advice, it is too broad a statement, or dull, to be of use. I’m susceptible to being mislead by such advice, too. This week, I’m a fool for…
Tag: Confusion
September for the Sycamores
This morning the sycamores are peeling back their bark and revealing a dull white skin. Above, their iron arms are stretched out with thousands of pallid green and scorched-tip leaves holding on. The foliage is still thick, and I can only see glimpses of the sun from the ground. Little by little, however,…
in search of every horizon's sun 