Occasionally in my blog I will post something that is not originally my content.

This means quotes or stories or (more likely since I am obsessed) poetry.

It will always have a relevance to my life at the moment, but not always how you might think.

Today is the poignant work of DH Lawrence:

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.