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We are so caught up in our own brief stories that we think we are the measure of things. The Earth has a story of her own, immeasurably longer and deeper than any of ours, or even our collective story as a species. We come and go and Earth abides. But like us creatures, the planet changes continually, ever becoming and unbecoming. For every birth there is a death, every building up eventually subsides into collapse, every rising brings on a fall. Night and day, winter and summer, sorrow and joy, there can never be one without the other. Life truly does hang in the balance. We are always dancing in the dragon's mouth, oblivious to every thing but our one precious terrible or glorious moment. Whenever and wherever you can, as much as you are able, rejoice in it and give thanks that you are here. Henry's books .

Both feet in...


Both feet in the new year now with a full plate of writing in front of me. In addition to the Forever Novel, there are a couple of short stories (with deadlines) in progress and a homily to be unloaded the first Sunday in Lent (March 6) at the little church on the hill in Drovers Gap. Besides writing, there are several books I've promised to read and review.

I'm showing you my picture not out of any pride at my good looks, but just because I'm so tickled to be rid of the bandage on my MOHSed nose. Old people shine like comets, leaving little pieces of themselves in their wake as they home in on the Light.

Stay wild-



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