wake ripples
quietly lap ashore;
boat unseen.
PROMPT: Never Thought You Could
What’s something you’ve done that you never thought you could?
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I slouch more towards overestimation than underestimation.
Besides, it’s generally true that if one thinks one can’t, one is right — i.e. self-fulfilling prophecy has great sway.
DAILY PHOTO: Light & Shadow

DAILY PHOTO: Atlanta from Afar


PROMPT: Famous Person
If you could switch lives with a famous person for a week, who would it be and why?
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Being famous seems like it would be a drag, like it would be the worst part of being skilled at, and / or beloved for, some people-facing art. I might like to engage in some of the artistic endeavors, but only if I could pass on the fame.
Half Moon Haiku

Autumn half moon
shows itself in an
azure sky.
BOOKS: “Poems, 1965-1975” by Seamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney: Poems 1965 1975 by Seamus HeaneyMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Publisher Site – McMillan FSG
This book gathers the poetry of the four Seamus Heaney collections that come out during the titularly referenced decade. This is his early work, his first four published collections, and includes: Death of a Naturalist, Door into the Dark, Wintering Out, and North.
I enjoy reading Heaney’s work. His poems tend to have a country influence and have a physicality that give them heft. Though in the latter half of the collection, there is increasing political influence — i.e. regarding the issue of Northern Ireland. Heaney’s poems often remind me of those of Robert Frost, though Heaney wrote much more free verse. Heaney had a love of words that some will adore while others find it distracting for the frequent visits to the dictionary with arcane words.
I’d recommend this collection for all poetry readers — especially if you love Frost (particularly for content, not form,) you’ll really enjoy the poems of Seamus Heaney.
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PROMPT: In the Woods

PROMPT: Stress
How do you manage stress?
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Through the realization that one packs one’s own load.
Everything is passing weather, how one dials up (or down) the significance of the present situation is up to one (even if the situation, itself, is completely out of one’s hands.) As the Stoics said, either you can or can’t do something about a given event — either way, it’s not worth one’s worry. If you can’t do anything about it, worry is futile. If you can, do the virtuous thing and you can feel content even if it doesn’t seem to work out for you.
PROMPT: Your Younger Self
If you could go back in time and give your younger self advice, what would it be?
Don’t be an ass!

