All the Way
Portrait, sketch, idea. Instant, inspiration, urge. All the way back to a fool and his precious bag of words. . [ 1765 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Fools’
A Fool’s Paradise
Isn’t it interesting, and maybe just a tiny bit sad, that we don’t call a garden a garden until we’ve planted it, when we’ve been living in a garden all along? . [ 1750 ]
The Fool on the Hill
Dry pavement. Thirty-four degrees. Stars, clouds, fog. I was passed by a young runner this morning whose footsteps were so loud they started a dog barking. He was on the sidewalk, I was in the middle of the road. Someday, if the young runner is lucky, he will be an old runner. If he’s even luckier, he’ll be a running elder, prized for his wisdom in all the villages around. […]
Proverb 18
I was ankle-deep in organic composted dairy manure, shovel in hand, when the mailman stopped at the foot of the garden space and said with a smile, “I just realized you look exactly like Gandalf.” I pointed to the manure pile in the driveway and replied, “And this is the source of my magic.” Under the vine, then, under the apricot, under the blueberry. Under the sun, the moon, and […]
William Michaelian 