“This is what language is:
a habitual grief. A turn of speech
for the everyday and ordinary abrasion
of losses such as this:
which hurts
just enough to be a scar
And heals just enough to be a nation.”
― Eavan Boland, The Lost Land: Poems
Hey guys. It’s me. The last two years I’ve really sucked when it comes to posting. But I miss it.
Here’s a quick update on my thoughts of the last year: “What the heck is going on?” “What the heck happened?”
After a rocky start to this new year, Houston froze about a week and a half ago. Guys. It was crazy. Snow staying on the ground in Houston for more than a few hours was weird. Plus all the…y’know…sudden lack of electricity.
If you liked the part of the poem I posted today, I highly recommend reading the book. She’s an Irish poet and the book is deeply rooted in the country.
Newer, more interesting posts to come.
Welcome back! Warmest regards, Ed
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Thanks! 🙂
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Ghosts from the past arise!
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Looks like a great read, thank you!
When it comes to last year and last week… you noted my sentiments exactly! 😄 Hope all’s well down there. I’m up near Dallas. Yesterday was shorts weather 😅
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Yeah that weather backlash has me thinking I’m getting sick every other day. Yesterday it was warm. Today it was rainy and cold.
During the freeze, I had it pretty good comparatively. I only had to sleep one night without heat. Never in my life have I slept in a sweater, but that night I had multiple layers and blankets, plus three of my nieces shared a bed with me…I was still cold 🥶
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