NOTE FROM LB
A true story about a visit – a long time ago! – that never should have been made, built upon a premise that first appeared here just a few weeks ago. When I’m being deliberately poetic (and, maybe, obtuse) I think of this as “An Ode to Divorce.”
The other day I saw a woman I once loved.
NOTE FROM LB
The Navajo Dog revisits! I knew she loved us far too much to stay away!
For a time, I lived on the Santa Clara Pueblo,
NOTE FROM LB
This one is for all of us, the #creatives actively and lovingly and totally engaged in the #writinglife with all its ups and downs and joys and pains. The most important part of the dream is the #dreaming. The #standingtall. As long as you keep going, know what? You #win.
I sing of the human spirit.
NOTE FROM LB
Ah, back to showbiz at last. But first a few words about today’s title.
Just to be clear, I don’t really think I’m dead, not in any way . Because from the right angle, with just the proper squint and a frame of mind that encompasses more than we can ever see, it’s pretty clear that nothing ever really dies at all.
NOTE FROM LB
I used to think that I’ve had to learn way too many lessons the hard way. Then I realized: So has everyone else:
I wanted to be a hero, and searched from cause to cause.