"how to talk so people listen" is the name of the book on the shelf
what about "how to listen so people talk"?
isn't that what we really need to learn better
i think someone missed the point somewhere and forgot that everyone else wants to be heard as well
one hour down
i miss spending time in libraries, i think i could stay here for hours
and they have coffee
coffee
caffiene
i finally slept well last night because they dog wasn't howling
and the cat wasn't trying to pee in my bed
the chickens were fed
and i don't have to think about doing this by myself anymore
i love love love to plan
it's hard to let go, that's how the wind blows
as i sit on the front porch, sipping mate
watching chickens fail at attempts to jump on top of my car
(how are they so dumb?)
wishing i could be as carefree as my lifestyle
if only my mind were as slow as the listless breeze
in the leaves of the trees
they've grown there for oh so long
time to go home
Ro is calling
and probably my cellphone but i wouldn't know
i left it sitting on the coffee table in the living room
Yo homez. I hope you're doing well in farmville, IN. It sounds like it from here! I liked this -- it strikes a chord. We have chickens up here, too, and life is slow and carefree. I wish I could be more like the wild things, who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief.
ReplyDeleteWhen despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry