Thursday, October 20, 2011

Of the quarrel with ourselves

“We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry” - W. B. Yeats 

This is the direction I feel my words headed.  I could be wrong.  But as I face more and more those night shadows, those questions which can only be directed to God, I find myself craving the safety of the symbolic. Rather than stark outright statements, I'm exploring slowly and roundabout.

This is ok.  For now.

submitting at skywatch Friday


and then, she {snapped}


  1. It has been very windy here in Ohio yesterday and today. It is also very wet and cold. The leaves are falling. The sky is a dark winter gray color. I can't seem to stay warm.

    I enjoyed my visit to your blog.

  2. Beautiful colors in that sky! Thanks for joining in.