I can't sleep…
Rohingya refugee children from Myanmar’s Rakhine state rest at a refugee camp near Teknaf, Bangladesh. Nearly 125,000 mostly Rohingya refugees have entered Bangladesh since a fresh surge of violence in Myanmar began in late August. Photo by: K. M. Asad, Agence France-Presse, Getty Images. (wsj.com, September 5, 2017)
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Cut me some slack. It was a long day. Too long to even share a "It's been a long day" post. Ok, so I didn't know what "repose" meant. I turned it in my head: Pose…Portrait…Re-pose…Repeat…Poster…Model posing…Model posing? Wow.
“Please repeat the word.”
“And now the origin of the root please.”
A nine year old would have nailed this in a Spelling Bee.
Like it makes a bloody difference. Long day or short day, I don't have a clue what it means. Google it Dummy.
It's 10:15 p.m. and I'm flying over I-40 heading South – reflecting on last night. It was 8:30 pm. The house is empty, the TV is spewing white background noise and I’m sprawled out on the couch.
I'm flipping through my RSS feeds and stop. I can't seem to untangle myself from a passage written by Sadegh Hedayat: “Henceforth I lived like a soul in torment. All my waiting, watching and seeking were in vain.[…] Repose was utterly denied me. How could I have found repose?”
Like a rock skipping over water, the mind ignores words that don’t fit and locks on words that seem to have a mysterious grip. Continue reading “Flying Over I-40 S. With Repose.”
This coming Sunday, in homes across the nation, millions of American men will awake to the arrival of breakfast in bed. Prepared and served by their children, these Father’s Day repasts convey appreciation as well as contributing to the general bonhomie of the day to come. But as he sips his coffee from his “World’s Greatest Dad” mug, even the most obtuse father has to ask himself: Have I been the man my children deserve?
~ William McGurn, The Politically Incorrect Guide to Father’s Day, wsj.com, June 12, 2017
Photo by Julien Stenger
3:30 a.m. yesterday. Saw this photo and froze.
This THIS is the world our children live in today.
Look at her. Those eyes. Those little shoes.
Precious is tucked in close to Dad who is buying tickets for the show.
And then the scene darkens, a conjoining of rivers with Catherine Abbey Hodges’ closing lines in “How to Begin“: “You’re a strand of dark thread sticking a word to a river. Then another.”
Manchester. 22 dead. Women, children, soft targets. UK terror threat raised to Critical. 1000 troops deployed.
Dear Ms. Hodges, is the question How to Begin?
Or is it, How does it end? Continue reading “Walking Cross-Town. With little ones.”