“ I heard, son of Polypaos, the sound of a bird making its resonant call, the bird that comes as a messenger of ploughing for men, ploughing in season.- Theognis of Megara (1197–1202)
And it roused my somber heart, for other men now possess my flowery fields, and my mules no longer pull my curved plough— all because of that other sea-voyage that is on one's mind. ”
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Re-Discovering Joy
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