Don’t stare at the wall too long every day. You’re using up life.
Don’t waste the ocean by staying at home. Wave after wave, it keeps coming in, with or without you. Be there for it whenever you can.
Spend a little time with the plants in your neighborhood.
Break your life into the smallest possible pieces, just big enough for a meal or a walk around the block or two pages of Leaves of Grass or “The Road Not Taken.” Just small enough for finishing.
While you’re waiting, learn one new word or a stanza of “Ars Poetica” by Archibald McLeish or take one photograph out the kitchen window of your house, your cubicle at work, the top of the tallest building in the closest big town.
Use the spaces in time.
Change your oil when it needs it. That dry grind you hear means it’s too late.
Do your laundry before you run out of underpants--or buy three more pairs at RiteAid.
Make your bed as soon as one foot hits the floor. It creates a center of order.
Burn this list. Make your own.
Photograph by Luna Zeffer
That grinding you can hear?
ReplyDeleteIt's my left knee :-)
What shall I oil it with?
Hiya,
ReplyDelete'Neither a follower nor a followed one be', is my motto. I repel all boarders. Too much fiddle on my dashboard. By all means put me on your link list, if that is what you have in your right side bar, but please, don't follow.
I have a link list 'off piste' so to speak, so I know what my favourites are up to, but I feel extremely uncomfortable with the following phenomenon.
Reading you post: How I would love to see the ocean again. It's been far too long.
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It rivals Vonnegut's (or maybe not his, so some say) famous "Wear Sunscreen" graduation speech. High praise... for you, oh praise-worthy one!
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