We all resist rest when our nerves get stretched. When our mental capacity has reached its limit. We’re bent over, almost breaking like a branch heavy with apples needing picking. Another hour, 2 more things, after this. Until our limbs quake with the weight of one more. Finished another draft of the memoir I’ve been…
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WHEN IT FEELS LIKE DEATH IS THE ONLY THING ANY OF US ARE LIVING FOR
Walking the path outside back door through newly sprouting fields, I came upon a fallen bird lying on a patch of gravelly ground. It’s featherless form barely survived more than a couple hours. Looking to bury it, I hadn’t any tool for digging, and the soil stiff as cement. I stood there, feeling helpless, knowing…