just another story

[eros_in_uranium]

It has been increasingly harder for me to update. Updating should be called downdating when you sink back into the events and minutes to recap. To retell anything is a retrograde act, after the clock has stopped and everything been retraced in the slipstreams of memories. Writing gives time its closure but the butterfly can only be freshly mounted

Comments

in awe

[medlock]

a voice from the past, i came across your reply to a meditation i wrote on the quantum side of reiki. And I remembered what pleasure I had received from drinking the rich chocolate hues of your entries.

And I was taken to oblivion with a single click, your words deep enough to move the surface waters upon which I float from so far below, and yet I can still feel their strength, and I am not afraid.

Eros indeed. And I'm ever thankful for the chance to partake.

Regards.

Re: in awe

[eros_in_uranium]

I really appreciate your comments, this and the past ones. They are the fire in the clearing, and I imagined we throw twigs and leaves into the flames, at the end of a day's walk, recalling a story, having a beer under the stars, feeling the liquid cold in the body softening at the warmth of the fire like snowflakes.

I think all these years I have been thinking about one question: will life get better, or is getting better really the purpose behind everything? What if it doesn't get better, will not get better. If so, it will not make things easier, but at least we can put the asking behind and live a little more bravely.

I hope you find the sunlit lift over the surface of the water, the leaping rise, the staying powers.