by Jan on February 25, 2010
Like me, like you Snowdrops Find themselves stuck in hard places. Hostile places. Like me, like you They have an instinct to grow And so they push against the frozen soil And finally, unseen, pop out Into the sunshine. Whereupon Like me, like you They are snowed on, iced over, pelted with hailstones, Stung by [...]
by Jan on February 22, 2010
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. Virginia Woolf
by Jan on February 15, 2010
What is your pen? Your pen is not a magic wand. Your pen is a conduit An agent of change A baton To mark the time of your life A sable brush With which you’ll colour in The future.
by Jan on February 11, 2010
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. Anais Nin
by Jan on February 8, 2010
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