Jul 26, 2020-- "I was having some downtime in a high place. Having slowed, I could see how much a rushed life had whiplashed my body. When I'm caught in that frame of reference, everything seems whiplashed. Birds fly scattershot and even ants seem indecisive, irritable. The earth grows blurred because I grow blurred. The old rhythms, of course, persist. Things move fast, like larks or light. But none of it rushes." So begins this beautiful meditative piece by John Landretti. (3684 reads)
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I've failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.
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