Street Corner Views

Someday I’ll strum the loveliest song

After our deeds are weighed on the scales of Dike’s,

Somewhere the vineyards reside

Look the doves fly sky high

The pointy figures no longer beckon —

We snort another line,

And tonight I write the most wishful lines:

The bluebirds flew and I flew along to the hues

– a.h.

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We all pursue that same self-contentment and inner happy place, and we all do it differently. Some look for it in riches and fame, while others look for it in cigarette buds and powdery rings. Who are we to dictate the wrongs and rights of joy, if we’re all climbing to reach the same place?

” There’s a phrase, “the elephant in the living room”, which purports to describe what it’s like to live with a drug addict, an alcoholic, an abuser. People outside such relationships will sometimes ask, “How could you let such a business go on for so many years? Didn’t you see the elephant in the living room?” And it’s so hard for anyone living in a more normal situation to understand the answer that comes closest to the truth; “I’m sorry, but it was there when I moved in. I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture.” There comes an aha-moment for some folks – the lucky ones – when they suddenly recognize the difference. ” – Stephen King

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