My train stopped right here, deep downtown, practically under 1 World Trade, let everyone out and the paused for a moment with doors open as if it were sighing, and then continued to trundle its way along down the Brooklyn bound C local track.
Such a simple message. We Want a Bettter World. Was it written by the Occupiers? A blunt reminder of how far we’ve come (and how much is still lost) in the last ten years? A mandate in time for Christmas? Whatever it is, it feels bittersweet, but it also feels hopeful. We Want a Better World. Me too.
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Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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My train stopped right here, deep downtown, practically under 1 World Trade, let everyone out and the paused for a moment with doors open as if it were sighing, and then continued to trundle its way along down the Brooklyn bound C local track.
Feather By Feather 