Friday, September 14, 2012
The things that are going through my head are embassies and religion, a pushing away, repel, repellent. The things that are going through my head are ice caps melting and topless videos of princesses. The things that are going through my head are mobs that kill and smirks on presidential candidates. The things that are going through my head are parents growing old and children growing up. The things that are going through my head are blood not thicker than water, family as construct, stubborn restraint. When I walked today, I saw this snail going and coming, his path stained and true.
Posted by Elizabeth at 2:00 PM
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yes, I have similar things running through my head. smirking candidates particularly irk me.ReplyDelete
I love the focus on the snail....so tiny and vulnerable on the sidewalk, but yes, there is his trail marking his travels. I wonder what, if anything, snails think of?
hard shell, soft center...completely at the whim of man and nature.
I guess a snails journey can be clearer than our own. I haven't commented in a while, but I want you to know I read your blog often. I am sorry to hear about your daughter's problem with insurance and medication. My prayers are with your family.ReplyDelete
On part of the road where I walk there is tiny turtle who was hit by a car even though there is hardly any traffic there. Every day I pass it and I grieve for it. I mourn. I think about it all and I just don't understand.ReplyDelete
I just don't understand.
This blog of yours has been extraordinary lately. Amazing, really.ReplyDelete
Topless princesses? What did I miss?ReplyDelete
Slow and steady wins the race, as they say. :)
Oh, now I see the topless princess story. It's on the front of yesterday's evening newspaper -- which I didn't read yesterday!ReplyDelete
Blood not thicker than water, his path stained and true, You comfort me as I share similar thought. ps. your video is receiving such an amazing response on hopeful parents, helping so many to heal. Thank you as always for your moral support xo!ReplyDelete
My first instinct when I think of those things going through your mind is to retreat in to my shell - wishing I were a snail, but the snail photo reminds me to keep on moving in my own path. Thank you.ReplyDelete
I just plain love you and it seems worth mentioning that Sue Monk Kidd tweeted this today: "If stranded, the Fighting Conch snail will fight its way to the water with incredible doggedness, chanting, never give up, never, never."ReplyDelete
Holy shit. That last part: "chanting, never give up, never, never."Delete