“Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing.
And they’re watching me.”
—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Author: Méia Jacobs
Hi, I’m Méia – a tree lover, artist and wanna-be poet with a passion for garden gates, art, homes, history, and audiobooks. I'm growing my roots in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin, helping others do the same, and loving every minute of it.
Gray Area
It’s not that there’s no right and wrong. It’s just that right and wrong are individual measurements- each person has their own feeling of, at the now moment, what would feel right or wrong to them, as individuals.
Everyone is at a different place, not better or worse, just at a different place. That place is always a gray area: what is right for one, maybe be wrong for another at a certain moment in time.
Oh, THE gray area. Always there…
Saturday Night
“Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you.”
– Ogden Nash
Méia Jacobs 