A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
His old mother's well quit
Quite in the dark.
Romex rusted under weeds.
Here we chose our places
And our deeds--
Useful under stars, black trees,
Probing earth for logic
On our knees.
I wish I could write like this. You always manage to evoke feelings with just a few words.ReplyDelete
On a separate note, this time I had to google 'Romex'. :)
Michelle-- Most kind. Midnight repairs to submersible pump actuators are a part of rural life. Multitesters, good flashlights, deductive reasoning are the hick's toolkit. And yes, I am a hick. Help! Point is, one writes about what one knows --and you already do that extremely well.ReplyDelete
You have a gift with your words!ReplyDelete
Enabling a rural neighbor to get her shower has its own rewards, but your compliment has immeasurably added to that. Thanks!ReplyDelete
Praying or gardening (or both?)ReplyDelete
Suze-- Filing the points of a recalcitrant 220 volt relay under the midnight moon. Several references were made to a higher power but I shan't repeat them.ReplyDelete
Hey Geo! I must confess to befuddlement over this one, but now I know what it's about I appreciate it more! But even when I didn't, I liked the feel of the words. IndigoReplyDelete