It sometimes seems that those from whom we least deserve
forgiveness are the ones who offer it most freely.
Brief prose, musings, random thoughts, occasional bits of amateur poetry - and whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. This is my junk drawer.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Je Ne Regrette Rien
Je ne regrette rien!
Eh … peut-ĂȘtre une chose ou deux.
Bien! Mais, je ne regrette pas beaucoup.
Eh … peut-ĂȘtre une chose ou deux.
Bien! Mais, je ne regrette pas beaucoup.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Vines that Stuggle
Strength, endurance, and compassion are the hard-earned rewards of struggle – and are the legacy of deep bonds to family and friends.
Only a heart which has been broken can fully understand another’s ache,
and the memory of an empty plate nourtures compassion for another's hunger.
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