This Morning I Pray for My Enemies ~Joy Harjo

And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

this is where you find yourself

i guess it comes to this

sometimes

(tho’ what this is, i couldn’t quite say)

714 unpublished blog posts (to  407 published—and the last published post was ONE in the 2016 TWO in 2015 and so on, and so on, and so on)

so much for writing

can’t say i’ve done much other writing either

at least half my life is over

and i’m not entirely happy with  the turn of things

so every night i vow to wake up and try

and sometimes i do

a little

and mostly 

i don't

and then i find myself in the same place all over again