Musings of a Mum: 25.5 Weeks
The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
It's been "all Bowie all the time" since Saturday. I hope you know how much he loves you.
Oh you pretty things
don't you know your driving
your mamas and papas insane.
I saw your eyes in a dream last night. My goodness they were clear as glass. Who are you, sweet star?