"The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good." Gabriel Garcia Marquez
By: Thoughtsteader, 12:04 PM GMT on April 19, 2014
To Him that was Crucified
My spirit to yours, dear brother;
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you.
I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others also).
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since—and those to come also,
That we all labor together, transmitting the same charge and succession.
We few, equal...
By: Thoughtsteader, 11:21 AM GMT on April 09, 2014
Updated: 2:41 AM GMT on April 17, 2014
By: Thoughtsteader, 2:17 AM GMT on January 17, 2014
There's no telling what you'll find here. Old bee hives. A hay rake with half the tines missing. Piles of cedar posts.
Sometimes after a rain, the Indian mound down by the creek gives up another layer of dirt and the chips and flakes of worked flint shine like earthbound stars.
There's more to see than you'd think. The maize fields and hay meadow need tending, but the back forty's for wandering, dreaming and discovery. You can come...
Updated: 11:37 PM GMT on January 18, 2014