I See A Certain Order In The

There Is A Proper Balance Between Not Asking Enough Of Oneself And Asking Or Expecting Too Much.

A House That Does Not Have One Warm, Comfy Chair In It Is Soulless.

I Find That When I Have Any Appointment, Even An Afternoon One, It Changes The Whole Quality Of Time. I Feel Overcharged. There Is No Space For What Wells Up From The Subconscious; Those Dreams And Images Live In Deep Still Water And Simply Submerge When The Day Gets Scattered.

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.

I Can Understand People Simply Fleeing The Mountainous Effort Christmas Has Become... But There Are Always A Few Saving Graces And Finally They Make Up For All The Bother And Distress.