whatever is on my mind: questions of faith, problematic emotions, meditations on trees/sky/geese, intriguing ideas, books and stories and shows, conversations and quarrels, people and places
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I would like to always face the sky. The clouds would cry for me, and the sun would smile for me. The wind would be my voice; I would never have to search for words. Instead of deciding and deciding and deciding, I would just grow. I would sink my roots deep, and drink whatever came my way.