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📝 Thursday, April 2025

It's like every time we open our own window. From Canadian Children's Own Readers: Fun and Frolic by Mary Elizabeth Pennell, et al. and illustrated by Marguerite Davis, 1900.

The Patience of Ordinary Things - Pat Schneider

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

Robert Kelly

Dear window
who knows
where I stand
who knows
where the light comes from
that makes me see
that makes me me?

Children see without any kind of judgment. They see the same things, but it’s very magical. They try to make sense of it. And it’s more like a dream. And hopefully it’s a beautiful dream. Sometimes when you pass a house and you see that the door’s closed, the window blinds are closed… You wonder what’s going on in there. We all get feelings from places. Some feelings are happy feelings, and some places don’t put out such happy feelings. I had a very happy childhood. But I think as we all look in, there seems to be something more. And in the air there can be happy feelings, and then there’s some kind of feeling that’s like a worrisome, fearful feeling.

-David Lynch

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