Another Sunday Morning

It's Sunday. Hopefully home all day. Making an effort to not get in an automobile to go anywhere. The Beatles are playing on the Bose in the background. Daughter is dancing to the beat. Starting on my fourth cup of coffee to help fuel the ambition to cut some firewood. Surrounded by books, one of them is Jim Harrison's "Just Before Dark: Collected Nonfiction." Two lines speak to me this morning. One by the author and the other by W.B Yeats. Harrison says, "Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak," and Yeats, "Those men who in their writings are most wise, own nothing but their blind stupified hearts."

Time to work with wood.

Letting The World Fall Apart

The other day, while reading Jim Harrison's After Dark, I jotted down these lines:

"The study of native cultures tends to lead you far afield from all you have learned, including much that you have perceived and assumed was reality. At first this can be disconcerting, but there are many benefits to letting the world fall apart."--Jim Harrison

Sometimes I wonder if you don't carefully, conciously, and slowly try to take apart what you think is reality there is something out there that will arrange it for you, and sometimes not in a nice way.