Sit-a-while
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
sweet water
in cool touches
meet lips
from hand dug wells.

Good morning good people,

“Child, child, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul - but so have we. You found the earth too great for your one life, you found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them - but it has been this way with all men. You have stumbled on in darkness, you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered, you have missed the way, but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth. And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to evening, we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us - we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass.”
~~Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"One night many years ago, a French family was driving through the North Region of Cameroon when they ran out of gas. As they scrambled to refill the tank, the car was surrounded by a pride of lions. To protect their young daughter, the parents locked her in a metal trunk.
The animals circled the vehicle continuously, and to distract herself from danger the girl repeated her own name. Over the years, the story of the little blond French girl besieged by lions became something of a legend in the area. It was said by some that she had survived for fifteen days under the hot African sun. ~ https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/05/28/the-fearless-cinema-of-cla..."

Enjoyed this read; would like to see her movies. "Unlike her characters, who tend to be laconic and aloof, and her narratives, which are elliptical and enigmatic, Denis speaks fluently, linearly, and sometimes at great length, with an instinctual command of pacing, foreshadowing, and suspense. Much of what she said to me was expressed in the form of stories, which she delivered as if for the first time."

Saw the sun for a few hours yesterday afternoon, heavy rain overnight, roaring rivers and trouble for folks a few miles away. We've all a big party to attend this afternoon: a house-warming hosted by my great young girlfriend who purchased a starter home, a fixer-upper, in winter and today, they share their work with us, mostly my ski friends. Her mate is a national champion downhill bike-rider and her parties draw a wonderful group of people engaged in all sorts of things, looking forward to the friendship hugs and laughs.

Music this morning courtesy of and via NCTim

Hoping everyone has a great day and conversation!

The porch is yours...