A Website I started a LONG TIME AGO, when I had the time to be self-absorbed....

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

 

 

 

whose eyes are these i see with,

green eyes flecked with gold, their sorrow flecked with hope?

they are yours, my father,

they are yours, my grandmother,

ancestral vision lights my path

through no choice of my own.

 

we inherit such vision, it is given

for refinement, for improvement,

for reasons we cannot ever know.

 

whose eyes are these i see with?

they are yours, my ancestors,

they are yours

and they are mine.

 

i see things that you missed,

things that you denied,

green eyes flecked with sorrow,

green eyes flecked with strength,

these eyes belong to all of us,

and we will see what we will see.

 

 

 

 

if i was to write an autobiography, which i won't, i would tell you that i hate cooked peas,  wearing stockings and hot humid weather.  other than that i am very happy with everything.

"I envy people who are single-minded, who know when they get up in the morning what they have to do, whereas I, wherever I turn, feel the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air, to the door for the passing figures, to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone.  Wherever I turn, I could live."         -M.C. Richards