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"Power lines, my travlin' partner on this ride. Dripping, pulling - up and down, in this sing song, their lullaby blends with the swaying train. I curl myself into this journey; folding myself up into this pocket of time. Old familiars greet me - that swing set in the back yard, the ruins of an old church covered in new birth and old - mixed with unremembered newness." Journal Entry, October 13, 2005~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~All words are copyrighted by GoGo on a Page/gogoroku.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Cabbage Soup

"There has been complaints about your soup"

"Oh no, what were they? It didn’t taste awful did it?"

"No, everyone thought it was great and we ran out."

"Then what were the complaints?"

"There was no meat in it."

"Oh, well did they include some protein with it?"

"They made beans as a side dish."

"Did people eat the beans?"

"Yes, but some coworkers were complaining because you made soup with no meat."


And thus, started my work shift.

Some days I feel like a very young soul in a complicated world.

That or an old soul in a complicating world.


Blogger liz elayne said...

These last two lines. Yes. I know these feelings too.
And I have to laugh at the humor of complaints vs. everyone thought it was great and we ran out. Wow. Doesn't that just describe life.

12:42 PM, March 19, 2006  

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