Saturday, March 12, 2011

Day Eight.


I drove home past a herd of goats. Some thoughtful cows lying under a tree, chewing their cuds. Boys and men playing soccer together between makeshift posts. Table Mountain shimmering in the distance. 
I thought about the people in my life, the ones who mean the world to me.
How I struggle to say it sometimes.
And then I thought of something
someone said to me a while back.
"Love". No matter if you can't muster the "I" and the "you". That puny little word has the power to stand on its own.


10 comments:

Chris said...

I love you Lil.

Anonymous said...

I love you Lily.

Roy said...

I love you too.

Lily Turner said...

whoa! love fest! ❤❤❤❤ I love you too mateys.

Justin said...

"LOVE"

Ed said...

love love love!

Karin said...

big love always lily-flower!

tanja said...

and I love you too. I also love your writings, and I love your tunes, and I love your apple crumble. big hug for the tart from london!

Lily Turner said...

how I miss you velveteen girl.
you my peoples!

Anna said...

tu corazon...
your heart always next to mine.
that's beautiful.
I love your writing and your pictures!