So.
“Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly. I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me. I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let go. I saw promises I did not keep, pains I did not sooth, wounds I did not heal, tears I did not shed. I saw deaths I did not mourn, prayers I did not answer, doors I did not open and doors I did not close, lovers I left behind and dreams I did not live. I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for but never received. I saw all that could have been but never will be.”
Ashes and Snow [On Youtube] Shipping books. Paying down bills. Transcribing lessons. At the post office yesterday, parked next to the truck-washer's truck [once a month they have someone come pressure-wash the delivery trucks, inside and out] and got a free car-wash out of it. Found a penny in the grocery market parking lot. First year in five I'm not packing for Europe- feels very weird.
If you'd told me 6 years ago I'd say that now, I'd've gotten you a good shrink.
And now I've been 4 times.
So.
Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly.
There's what happens. What is. And everything else is story. Story has its place. But it's not reality.
I'm off to write- working on a proposal for funding for ABM classes. Bit scary- never written a proposal saying how well I do something before. But fun.
And that's all I know.
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