Wander the roads of your happiness,
She said, With no purpose,
Except to wander the roads.
In silence, I watched her walk away,
Wondering where she would go.
“Try to figure out some way to understand this thing the horse is so full of, and that he has such a strong desire to get from the person in return. It has to be togetherness. Mind, Body and Spirit is what we’re talking about here.” Tom Dorrance, True Unity
Our shared emotion,
Seventeen of twenty-seven:
Happiness, worry, fear.
What is it, rising up
Like spirit, from your eyes,
Like heaven. An open field,
Where all that matters is love
And connection, knowing
We are safe from what chases,
Knowing we are strong,
mistakes forgotten, and free.
What a strange thing to own,
A view of Mt Spokane,
Windows, frame this home,
And look out toward its peak,
Covered in snow, and tinged
Orange by the sun rising in the East.
No wind, the sky is blue and brilliant,
With a few stray, stratus clouds
And a meandering sparrow.
It’s the kind of day that smiles,
Like I remember you smile,
And your eyes, always trying
To be kind, and painfully respectful,
Even when you should not be.
“We didn’t want anything else but freedom.
This world doesn’t like freedom.”
Abdulkafi Alhamdo, Professor of English, Last Call from Aleppo
What is Aleppo?
All that it was, or dreamed to be,
In rubble. Have you seen rubble?
It’s what hope looks like when it’s collapsed,
Reduced to broken chunks of asphalt
And twisted, distorted beams of rebar.
It’s brown. Not dark brown, but light brown,
The color of dust.
There is no truth, but suffering,
And the realization no help is coming–
No haloed army, no golden trumpets,
No white horses or heroes.
The choices you made,
In your heart of hearts,
Choice, like stone in your heart,
That is Aleppo now–
Stone in your heart.