Monday, January 19, 2009

and still you talk soft

"Uncle Burley said hills always looked blue when you were far away from them. That was a pretty color for hills; the little houses and barns and fields looked so neat and quiet tucked against them. It made you want to be close to them. But he said that when you got close, they were like the hills you'd left, and when you looked back, your own hills were blue and you wanted to go back again. He said he reckoned a man could wear himself out going back and forth."

Nathan Coulter, Wendell Berry

Friday, January 16, 2009

For the long run...

Last night, my the mother of my Iraqi family told me that she loves me like she loves her own daughter.