Had we but world enough, and time
I just published a really, really, really long post.
And it’s really really cold outside today. But sunny, and I want to go out and enjoy it. I plan to come back to the blog later and post some more, after the sun has set (which still happens rather early). I probably will even post a bit on tonight’s debate (shudder).
Lately, it seems as though the problem is not too little to say here but too much. The topics are almost endless. But I don’t want my life to be taken over by this computer. That’s one of the reasons I don’t participate in social media at all. I’m still old-fashioned enough to think that real life is lived outside of this keyboard and this screen.
But what someone very close to me has called my “seething cranium” continues to seethe away. More so lately, when the situation seems even starker and graver than before on so many fronts.
So—later! I’m outta here, for now.
[NOTE: This post’s title is from one of the greatest poems in the world.]
The coldest I experienced in Massachusetts was -20F, but it was only one morning. By and large, the winters there were pretty mild with the big snows, if any, in early spring or late winter.
I’m sure I speak for a lot of your readers when I say “seethe away.” Having said that, I’m off to read your long post. After thanking you in advance. . .
“Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.”
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”