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|Patricia and Luther
|I picked up a fiery feather from the Firebird...
I didn't know it was going to cost me my life.
|A Ritual to Read to Each Other
by William Stafford
If you don't know the kind of person I am
And I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world,
and following the wrong god home, we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's
tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep.
The signals we give---
should be clear: The darkness around us is deep.
"Lover's in their brief delight---gamble their worlds away. A century's worth of
work for one chance to surrender. Many slow growth stages build to quick bursts of
|Do you need
a pat on the back?
|I love fly fishing.
This is one of my
most favorite places in
The Big Horn Mountains
in northern Wyoming.
The pictures are of the
South Fork of the
Thanks to my sister who
visited the Big Horns last
summer, I have these two
wonderful pictures and lots of
memories. She gave me a
collage of pictures from this
place for Christmas. My
heart was warmed.....