This is me, every morning. Buttersafe
Nothing is accidental in the universe — this is one of my Laws of Physics — except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.
The muggy heat has quieted all those dogs who were barking at dawn.
I love how night is falling as this happens.
sometimes it feels like people only love your mask because you only show them your mask, but trust that they know its a mask, that they care about its author, and that they are perceptive enough to see you behind it
For we forget our origins; in our towns and cities, staring into our screens, we need constantly reminding that we have been operators of computers for a single generation and workers in neon-lit offices for three or four, but we were farmers for five hundred generations, and before that hunter-gatherers for perhaps fifty thousand or more, living with the natural world as part of it as we evolved, and the legacy cannot be done away with.
In the town of Whitesburg, Kentucky, it is 4:06 A.M., and WMMT is broadcasting Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline.” Would I ever put that song on out of choice? Probably not. But knowing it is going out to who knows who, somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains, do I love it? Yes, I think I do.