Can you?
September 2, 2008
Travel each new day
without thinking
you are better
or less than others.
wrestling with congruency
Travel each new day
without thinking
you are better
or less than others.
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September 4, 2008 at 9:37 pm
I do travel each day. At my best I find myself as significant as each tree that I pass by. At my best. In no hury.
Now at my worst, it’s ugly. Which is OK when I’m alone. Driving. Pedal to the floor.
September 6, 2008 at 9:50 pm
Would it really be okay if you bit the big one while pushing the pedal down into the ass of existence?
September 7, 2008 at 8:14 pm
not sure how i come out on this, with my tendency to think us all, until proven otherwise, average.
certainly i cannot field dress a moose. not even a clue what they wear 😦
September 8, 2008 at 5:18 pm
I told you it was ugly. Butt ugly! No I would not be OK. Getting closer to learning that one too. I’m not done yet.
September 9, 2008 at 12:41 am
hey clancyjane. I believe moose wear tight fitting jump suits made of hair.
Polar – I hope to grow until the day I die.
Thank you both.
September 12, 2008 at 7:00 pm
re: the growing– i hope so, too.
as long as we’re still drawing breath, there’s a chance to do or feel or be something different, something better, something new.
September 14, 2008 at 11:57 am
clancyjane – poetic, thanks!