Last night I was wandering in a world of thoughts.
Is it good to be an artist, dwell in my dreams of beauty ?
Wouldn't it be better to plant real trees in this world.
Am I worthy?
Thoughts went in circles, but at dawn I remembered a quote I've read on Thorn's great blog;
" Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes,
hearts starve as well as bodies;
bread and roses, bread and roses."
- James Oppenheim.
( inspired by the women of the Lawrence strike of 1912.)
And then my peace came and I slept :-)
Thorn's blog; http://www.thorncoyle.com/musings.htm
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