Walker On The Path

Walking with Cocoa, my beautiful dog, on a beautiful path today. There must be a metaphor here - something to do with puddles seeming to be an obstacle, but really its the puddles which make life really interesting. Or, something to do with reflections - what is above so is below. Dunno. There’s a poem a-stirring….

“If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or, “I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore …” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”

—   Ray Bradbury (via kari-shma)

Sharing Poetry: Charles Bukowski, "So You Want To Be A Writer"


if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,

tumblrbot said: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Easy - Dinosaurs. My 4 year old thinks so too.