Just to keep things going - here's a poem from TS Eliot for this day of Epiphany The Journey Of The Magi A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.' And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling and running away, and wanting their liquor and women, And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters, And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly And the villages dirty and charging high prices: A hard time we had of it. At the end we preferred to travel all night, Sleeping in snatches, With the voices singing in our ears, saying That this was all folly. Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley, Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation; With a runn...
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"Within the spiritual community there is never, nor in any way, any immediate relationship of one to another, whereas human desire for community, for immediate contact with other human souls, just as in the flesh there is the urge for physical merger with other flesh."
As I read many blogs, I notice so many of them are diary entries. So many of us want/need to be known. A personal blog supports that need. It need not matter whether the thoughts are erudite or not. The desire is that someone will read about in be interested in the fact that you put bananas in your Cheerios that morning.