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Sambone Shorty living easy

Sambone Shorty living easy

The quiver.

The quiver.

Splitting wood by hand is near the top of the list of things I am glad I can do now but will be happier when I can pay someone to do it for me.

Splitting wood by hand is near the top of the list of things I am glad I can do now but will be happier when I can pay someone to do it for me.

He still doesn’t make it easy.

He still doesn’t make it easy.

Snow days forever!

Snow days forever!

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.”

The Owl: Revisited

The Owl: Revisited

“ …when dying, I hope not to console myself for a life of unhappiness by saying, “Well, but I was so smart and right about everything!” Much better to look back on happy memories, kindness and joy, and not still waste time with pride about mind or body or anything else

Dear Mills,

It’s odd to celebrate your birthday because in my mind you are ageless, not older or younger than any day that came before; always the same except better and brighter than all that was.

You are the best kind of person and friend that I never imagined could be, and can’t imagine having lived without and my life is infinitely better for having known you.

The best year of your life should be the one you are living and I hope this one, your 33rd, is this in both principal and practice.

Happy Birthday!

Always true. First and foremost.

Always true. First and foremost.

He makes boys cry playing lacrosse. He’s so gentle butterflies land on him.

He makes boys cry playing lacrosse. He’s so gentle butterflies land on him.

I’m almost finished with the floor which means I am going to put the paint cans away and call it done. The walls are mostly painted but I mostly don’t see them most of the time. I see little bits of fireflies glowing on the wood floors as I follow Sweets to bed (he had stepped on a bug that left prints as he walked). In his room is a jar of fireflies, one glass spice jar with a giant and angry bumblebee, a lizard and a box of crickets (the trapdoor of which is sealed with bubblegum). He tells me he’s sorry about the thing that holds the towels (he was just drying his hands…and also using the towelbar as a chin-up bar) and wraps his no longer baby arms around my neck and kisses me good night - the best ten minutes of my day.

I’m almost finished with the floor which means I am going to put the paint cans away and call it done. The walls are mostly painted but I mostly don’t see them most of the time. I see little bits of fireflies glowing on the wood floors as I follow Sweets to bed (he had stepped on a bug that left prints as he walked). In his room is a jar of fireflies, one glass spice jar with a giant and angry bumblebee, a lizard and a box of crickets (the trapdoor of which is sealed with bubblegum). He tells me he’s sorry about the thing that holds the towels (he was just drying his hands…and also using the towelbar as a chin-up bar) and wraps his no longer baby arms around my neck and kisses me good night - the best ten minutes of my day.

The groundhog lied.

The groundhog lied.

We are huge fans of diy.org - especially the skills revolving around tents, shelters, forts…

We are huge fans of diy.org - especially the skills revolving around tents, shelters, forts…