If you’re successful (at whatever game by which you measure success), I suppose you don’t spend too much time dwelling on failure. Unless, of course, your “success” is a constant need to re-affirm you are not a failure. I don’t live in another people’s minds, only in my own, so I don’t know what drives other people to do, say, or to keep their mouths shut and their opinions to themselves.

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I couldn’t afford it. I bought it anyway. At one of the stands at the fair yesterday, after we sang and before we ate, I came across a potter whose work I liked. Even the smallest of the small cups was too expensive for my budget (budget? Ha! she laughs). I bought it anyway.

Either by accident or design, a dab of glaze overlay on the outside of the cup looks like a human figure, rising. Inside the cup, the glaze seems to depict a human figure plunging to the bottom, head first and arms extended. If I set the cup upside down on the shelf? Same story, reversed.

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Some days, the words show up in English. Some days, in French. Some days in both.   No words in French today. Not yet anyway. If they show up, I’ll add them later.

*Words attributed to Galileo Galilei after the Inquisition forced him under pain of death to recant his claim that the earth rotated around the sun. Granted, my life unfolds on less lofty heights. My “fame” won’t spread across continents, nor will my failures. The words feel right anyway. As long as there’s life, I’ll keep on moving too.