Today, I sat by the window leisurely folding clothes as dusk crept in. I spied the pinkish orange clouds gradually turn a light grey as nightfall claimed the fading sun. Sigrid’s Home to You played in the background. “Couldn’t wait ‘til I got outside Wondering, what the world be like I knew I had […]
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A child is small. It starts out life mostly dependent on others for survival, essentially helpless and at the mercy of the people around him. … Now, to this child one of two things may happen. On the one hand, the child may experience genuine warmth and affection from his parents. This satisfies the child’s […]
I was sitting by myself at a café today, when I realized I look outward now. Toward the world. It felt a bit strange, because for the most part I’d spent my years looking inward. Toward the self. … A threshold has been crossed, maybe. … After all those years looking inward, by now I […]
“She’d seen a video of a young sunflower turning its head from east to west to follow the sun and then, in the darkness of the night, eerily ratcheting back to face east. The moment the sun rose, the sunflower was ready. ‘That plant,’ she remembers thinking, ‘seems to know when and where the sun […]
InkBlots and IceBergs 