Wasted hours in the library of man.

Life's a great balancing act.

Yesterday would have been Dr. Seuss's birthday--106 years old. I'm a bit obsessed with the man's work, both the words and the art, because being a writer and artist myself, I am in absolute awe of his ability to make nonsense so very meaningful. Today's title is from Oh, the Places You'll Go! which, aside from being a fairly common graduation gift, is a lovely and (oh God, I'm going to say the i-word) inspiring poem that makes me feel hopeful despite the bleakest bleak sky through my window right now.

All the names in the world.

"Consolation No. 2"

At any given moment
there are hundreds maybe thousands
of things to ruin you
and not in subtle ways either.
You might be swept off by the wind
and no one notices. You turn a corner
and some resurrected sadness
knocks you down
(sadness is good at this). But
you might hear someone say
your name and then you know
that at any given moment
despite all the names in the world
there is someone who is only
saying yours.