Tag: goodbyes

The Child is father of the Man

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold

My heart leaps up when I behold

  A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

  Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

  I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth


to everything, there is a season

everything has a time stamp. it’s there, telling us how long til we walk, talk, or go from trike to bike. there’s a time for our first kiss and our last breath  . . .

even bloggers have a shelf life. really. there’s that hard-to-define moment that tells you: it’s time to move on.

now it’s my turn. one more among the many in the blog-o-sphere diaspora to find their time done at a certain place.

it’s my turn. to have found that moment. at this particular place.