It was brought to my attention that I haven’t used WordPress in several years. Looking back on it now, I find WordPress somewhat tedious and not very intuitive to manage so I am kicking it to the curb as it is one less non-reality thought in my life.
My website, davidleeblack.com, Facebook, Instagram and other sites living on the web should suffice so please say hello there.
In the meantime, here is a picture of my boot at Two Trees, Mount Pollusk, Amherst, MA:
All the best,
“Don’t forget either, you unhappy man, that voluntary confinement is a great deal harder to bear than compulsory.”
“He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.”
The first problem of living is to minimize friction with the crowds that surround you on all sides.”
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.”
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Make the most of yourself….for that is all there is of you.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Nothing happens until something moves.”