You Swirling Tornado of a Human Being
note: picture above is from the field at the end of my favorite walking/running trail near my home – the trail ends in a wide-open field – the stacks of wooden boxes are bee hives, and they are from Yakima, WA – some 137 miles away from Maple Valley.
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The following is a poem entitled “We Are The People” by Naomi Shihab Nye…
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We are the people
always going somewhere else. What is this peculiar attribute of our households, our days, our nation? We will not be here long enough to get tired of it. Does this make us less responsible? It’s that relationship you have with a towel when the towel belongs to a hotel.
If we can’t go anywhere else, are we more encouraged to enhance and protect the place where we are?
Hmmmmmm. Bzzzzzzzz.
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