Tonight, Tonight
Tonight, my little girl, I take you to your bedroom, and I sit with you on my shoulder in the rocker.
And I rock, and I think.
I think as you lay on my shoulder, your cheek against my neck. I think of the days and years stretched out before you.
I think of you playing with your toys, finding a world of adventure in the simple. The hours you can spend playing with a pile of
The Distance
Across one of my various electronic venues came the question “What are you missing right now”? To which my answer was “Being alone”.
I think we often need to be alone. Our culture has become so “noisy”, so pressing, so demanding of our attention that I fear we are losing ourselves. We have come adrift from our moorings. of who we are, that we are in danger of becoming nothing save an
