these past few weeks have been rough going. luckily, i found a collection of poems by alice walker in the "new arrivals" section of my local library. it's called Hard Times Require Furious Dancing, and i love the mental image of stomping my troubles away. cuz sometimes all i can do is howl and stamp my feet at what's happening in my life. doesn't necessarily fix things, but makes me feel better.
from "The Taste of Grudge", section XIII:
This we know:
We were
not meant
to suffer
so much
& to learn
nothing.
