Thursday, February 27, 2014

blue moon eclipsing



George Mitchell


I am so very grateful for the storytellers of this world, the heroes and the villains, the salvation and the redemption. The humiliation, the forgiveness. How we fall and how we rise and how in the end it is only through the teller that we exist in pieces.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Write us a story about a blog zombie that sits down with his much needed cup of coffee in the last dark minutes of an early friday morning and finds there is no new post on the only blog that keeps him from losing a brain that is already gone.

Shea Goff said...

My apologies, Anonymous. Hope your day got better until the point you were finally able to say, "I didn't need her silly little blog." At the same time I am honored to even be a part of your day so thank you for that.

Anonymous said...

Guess I always have Fakebook.

Shea Goff said...

Do you think it's fake? I like to think of it as New York City in that it is a sensory overload of sorts, and I am more of a rural Mississippi girl at heart.

Anonymous said...

Not it, they. I like being able to stay in touch with friends and family, dont like all the dirty laundry people air out. Could care less about somebodies baby mama and who shes doin or who he's doin. You know what I mean. Favorite part of Fakebook is the photos, they tell me alot about people.