Goose-down Nape

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There was a beautiful poem by Kayo Chingonyi in the New York Magazine on 28th March 2018 titled The Nod:

When we’re strangers that pass each other
in the street, it will come down to this tilt
of the head — acknowledging another
version of events set in a new-build
years from now, a mess of a place filled
with books and records, our kids thick as thieves
redefining all notions of mischief.

Perhaps our paths will cross in a city
of seven hills as the light draws your face
out from the bliss of anonymity.
Maybe you’ll be stroking the goose-down nape
of a small child with eyes the exact shade
of those I met across a room at the start
of this pain-in-the-heart, this febrile dance.

When I hear “seven hills” my mind immediately goes to Rome, then San Francisco, but Wikipedia has a helpful list of cities that claim to be built on seven hills.

A friend pointed out The Nod is a fine complement to The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

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Borrowed from : Matt Mullenweg’s Blog – Founder CEO of Automattic the makers of WordPress

Sip your 🥃whiskey, nice and slow

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Sip your 🥃whiskey, nice and slow,
No one ever knows when it’s time to go,
There’ll be no time to enjoy the glow,
So sip your 🥃whiskey nice and slow.

Life is too short but feels pretty long,
There’s too much to do, so much going wrong,
And most of the time you struggle to be strong,
Before it’s too late and it’s time to go,
Sip your 🥃 whiskey nice and slow.

Some friends stay, others go away,
Loved ones are cherished, but not all will stay ,
Kids will grow up and fly away,
There’s really no saying how things will go,
So sip 🥃 your whiskey nice and slow.

Before you know it seasons have changed,
Those precious little moments are part of yesterday,
Most things have turned out relatively okay,
And you finally reap what you have sown,
So sip 🥃 your whiskey nice and slow.

In the end it’s really all about love,
For this world and it’s beauty and the stars above,
For His grace in your life , for each present moment,
Smile and breathe and let your worries go,
Just sip 🥃 your whiskey nice and slow…..

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Slow Dance

 

Slow Dance

 

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

 

Or listened to rain

Slapping on the ground?

 

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight,

Or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

 

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

 

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

 

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

 

When you ask: “How are you?”,

Do you hear the reply?

 

When the day is done,

Do you lie in your bed,

 

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

 

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

 

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

 

Ever told your child,

We’ll do it tomorrow?

 

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

 

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die,

 

Cause you never had time

To call and say, “Hi”?

 

You’d better slow down,

Don’t dance so fast.

 

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

 

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.

 

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It’s like an unopened gift thrown away.

 

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower.

 

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

 

– by David L. Weatherford

 

About the Author
David L. Weatherford is a child psychologist with published poems in “Chicken Soup for the Soul”. If you want to enjoy more of David’s beautiful writings, please visit www.davidlweatherford.com