a silver song…
Growth

a silver song…

My anam cara closes most of his correspondence or posts with the phrase ‘stay up, stay gold’ – a reference to The Outsiders, but more accurately, the poem ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’ by Robert Frost. I get why he does it. It’s a beautiful sentiment, and a worthy thing to remind others to be. Hold … Continue reading

these hands…
Growth

these hands…

In my mind’s-eye, I’m still 22… full of bubbling life & eagerly looking forward into infinite possibilities. But I can’t escape my hands… I see them every day & they speak volumes. They are not the hands of a 22-year-old. But one day, as I stood in front of a sunlight-drenched window, I saw my … Continue reading