All Purls. No Swine.
It's self-pity. We are (at least recently) consumed by it. They are not. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself--D.H. Lawrence, Self-Pity First, let's get something out of the way: I'm not a great fan of… Continue reading The Difference Between Humans and Animals, According to DH Lawrence
It's not so much the "sukebind" around here as it is the poison ivy. Amidst which any thoughts of "mollocking" simply cannot be countenanced. ("Mollocking in the sukebind" is the favored activity of the earthy Starkadders and their help, as explained in Stella Gibbons' comic novel, Cold Comfort Farm. A more well known rural metaphor… Continue reading “Mollocking in the Sukebind,” Redux
I've known for many years now that there may come a time in my life when it's time to let go. And at this point--when it comes to the edge of my 79th year on this planet--I might be ready: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower;… Continue reading Moving On. You May Kiss the Bride!
I had a peripatetic childhood, and by the time I finished high school I’d attended well over a dozen schools on three different continents, with time off for good behavior during a glorious year (in about third grade) where there wasn’t a school anywhere in sight. My mother, who was largely disinterested in her parenting… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: “Mollocking in the Sukebind”