Robert E. Howard's striving for brightness amidst his troubled life
Boy, you’re not kidding it is reminiscent of a morning verse. I love this stanza
My feet are bare to the burning dew,
My breast to the stinging breeze;
And I watch the sun in the flaming blue
Like a worshipper on his knees.
It just make me want to run through the grass on a summer’s day.
I’m surprised you didn’t get any comments from other Waldorfians or some Waldorf-deniers.
I guess most Waldorfians are living up to the philosophy of having no screen-time.
Boy, you’re not kidding it is reminiscent of a morning verse. I love this stanza
My feet are bare to the burning dew,
My breast to the stinging breeze;
And I watch the sun in the flaming blue
Like a worshipper on his knees.
It just make me want to run through the grass on a summer’s day.
I’m surprised you didn’t get any comments from other Waldorfians or some Waldorf-deniers.
I guess most Waldorfians are living up to the philosophy of having no screen-time.