avoiding autobiography

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I have no idea how many letters and emails I’ve done that contain passages which could be usefully extracted for use elsewhere.

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autumn leaves

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Welcome, lovely solitude for longer, easier work times, since the college kids (undergrads) are gone from neighborhood ambiance for a whole month.

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Dec. 16

Days go by… “saga of crafting life” (below) resulted from dwelling with a singer’s particular song which was evidently in the wake of a broken love. My non sequiturs respond to specific points in her song.

My occasioned posting on Heidegger, “engaged being,“ coincidently complements my above pretense of sagacity.

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saga of crafting life

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to a heart-healing folk singer in Kentucky

whose music is renewing her—and 

she also thinks of California

The myths are too many to gather into a singular splendor of hope and home. Though myth itself is easily disrobed as such, longing for grand light never wanes.

We grow into a horizon that nevertheless recedes, as more new horizon—which is good: We’re drawn to grow on in our path.

I don’t feel that being more careful is often the way to gain more enlightenment. We need risk. It’s a challenge of balance: creative solitude, love for others—wanting to be loved for doing one’s best
to flourish in the balancing act: one’s life alone duly honored; life with “you” duly loved.