no love is ever wasted

The moon sits in the northeast corner of the sky. Small, round as a mirror, reflecting nothing; a bone chip. Lately, I've been thinking of miracles and mysteries. The ripples, green in the bath water, sent out by a singular drop. Why is bath water always green? I want to know. I go to Erasmus Books for a definite something; I never find it. I leave with something or somethings(books)that I needed but didn't realize. It's like reading poetry or looking at the stars. Can someone tell me why? A dozen, a score of soft rainbows settling on the wall, the ceiling, the floor, sent out by the prism hanging in front of the eastern window. Why does my heart keep beating, my lungs expanding delicate as wings? It never is a waste of time. How does oxygen help a candle flame stay alive? How can a candle smell like poetry? No love, however brief, is ever wasted. This is the why. All my love came from me and that remains all my love came from me and that remains all my love came from me and that remains. Why does the sun announce its comings and goings? How does the sky always color? The sunsets on Mars are blue. Take me to see a blue sunset in a red sky. How does a prism work? Tell me why we need pain again. Serve me wisdom on a blue plate. Will it make me mature? Will it take away the pain or at least dull it? Why does it taste like acid? Tell me again why it matters?.

No love is ever wasted. No love is ever wasted.

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lpeachey2023

I hope this week is an extraordinary adventure for you. I am learning more about deer and the habits of deer and deer hunting than I have ever thought I would. Guess that's what happens when I work with a bunch of avid deer hunters. They also talked about the second coming and why people think it's better to be buried head side west. We processed six halves today and E is trying for six tomorrow again. We're not very busy anymore; right in between the last of the winter rush and the beginning of the spring rush.

I am in the middle of a watercolor challenge. It's exciting and it's taking me out of my comfortable landscapes and into the wilds of objects and people. I am commissioned by Mum for an acrylic painting this spring. She'll pay me if it's good enough. Send prayers😂

I'm also reading as voraciously as I did when I was younger...six years younger. It's invigorating and enjoyable. I've forgotten how much fun books can be. Erasmus Books is located in South Bend and inside a house. Unless you're looking for it, you'll miss it.

Good evening.