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Don’t let Tuesday sneak up on you…
SUMMER IN LINCOLN
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“In an odd sense, my younger self is my ghost. I write about what haunts me.”
— J. D. McClatchy, The Art of Poetry No. 84 (interview by Daniel Hall), The Paris Review (via theparisreview)
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Have an EPIC Thursday night :)
“My heart was saying, ‘Lord, take away this longing, or give me that for which I long.’ The Lord was answering, ‘I must teach you to long for something better.’”
— Elisabeth Elliot, Passion and Purity: Learning to Bring Your Love Life Under Christ’s Control (via rosetesknota)
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"May you always walk in sunshine,
May you never want for more;
May the (Scandinavian) angels rest their wings
Right beside your door!"
(modified) Irish Blessing from a dear “lifetime” friend in a letter opened today
The sun is a drum
the moon is a cymbal
The flow of time is caught in a cup.Cupful by
cupful by
cupful time
is cut; if not,
we should choke.By night in the northern quarter the Dipper
or Northern Ladle or Bushel Measure
turns like the hand of a clock measuring time
although no punctuating tick or tock
notches its arc, sunset to sunrise.Its handle divides the year into seasons,
pointing towards earth at dusk in autumn,
upward at dusk in spring, in winter
twilight west, in summer east.And so it is and was and shall be
but not world without end (and neither
was it so from the world’s beginning).
—Mary Barnard, from “Song for the Northern Quarter”
Art Credit Christopher Pratt
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Stay on target…
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= grading papers
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What a great weekend, old sport
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![“As a child I thought it was very boring when I had to sit with [my mother] on the city streets, but the time sank deep and surfaced later.”
—Reynolds Price](http://25.media.tumblr.com/b68df4bc5328646679d819ceb67d4cb0/tumblr_mmoyw4so3v1qced37o1_500.jpg)
“As a child I thought it was very boring when I had to sit with [my mother] on the city streets, but the time sank deep and surfaced later.”
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