Story Teller

The moral to the story you find out

If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.


With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb.

Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm.

What should our gaze mean?

Kit waited for me to decide.

Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child?

That was an absolute vista.

Those waves raced far, and cold.

β€œHow far could you swim, Daddy, in such a storm?”

β€œAs far as was needed,” I said, and as I talked, I swam.

The ~ This Life – William Stafford


By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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