Harry SanFran took this photo of a beautiful Opal while visiting the Field Museum in Chicago. What a good friend!
“Everyone keeps asking me if the city is too quiet—Am I bored? Is it safe?—and the answer is, No, I am not bored; yes, it seems safe, and yes, that’s fine by me. Mostly I am in a state of awe, blown away by a grocery store, the knock of the mailman at the door, the speed of the Internet; the easy friends you can make on the sidewalk or on the bus or while watching your kids play soccer or walking down Venice Boulevard, waiting for a light to change, en route to the University of Southern California, where I found myself the other day, seeking out the next thing I might do with my life, right before things went wrong again.”
The Hard Parts.
The problem is, we are constantly looking to be inspired. We are so susceptible that even when we’re not paying attention we can be motivated by a song on the radio, a quote from the internet, or a moment in a sitcom. We are hungry. Desperate. We thrive off of hope. Just one more glimmer that will…
[So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to beSeamus Heaney, “Scaffolding” (via autobibliography)
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear.] We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.