#funsizedlife

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instead of studying, i opted to do the second of the most tedious things to do for a person like myself.... i walked.

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Ha! so i failed to keep up with my blog. oh well. ive been busy keeping my job, studying and keeping my sanity intact. But I'm gonna try again. My counsellor has asked me to try photography again. I'll try and show you what it's like walking with me through my everyday. I guess.. stay tuned? :D

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drinking wine at 530 in the afternoon.

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"Traveling through the Dark” by William Stafford

Traveling  through the dark I found a deer

dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:

that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;

she had stiffened already, almost cold.

I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--

her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,

alive, still, never to be born.

Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;

under the hood purred the steady engine.

I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;

around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,

then pushed her over the edge into the river.

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“Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you;

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It’s had tacks in it, 

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor--

Bare,

But all the time,

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

ANd reachin’ landin’s,

And turnin’ corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps

‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now--

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

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“Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindess really is

you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,

what you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,

you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,

how he too was someone

who journeyed through the night with plans

and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for;

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 

I love thee to the level of everyday's 

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 

I love thee with the passion put to use 

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. 

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 

With my lost saints -- I love thee with the breath, 

Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, 

I shall but love thee better after death.

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Caboose: (shouts into a cave) Have a nice day!

Caboose's Echo: Thanks, you too!