Thursday, December 2, 2010
"The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy." - Eudora Welty
"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding." - Kahlil Gibran
Sometimes I have to go my own way. Sometimes the apparent right thing is not the right thing. How can we know? If I had gone down that fork in the road instead of this one everything would be different. Or maybe not. How can we know? How dare I say things like, "It's for the best?" Yet I do and so do you. It's what we do.
Sometimes I feel like not knowing will paralyze me. Sometimes I do better.
When I was much younger I felt that what I didn't know might kill me. What you didn't know might kill me too. The burden of things - it just made sense to drink, drink heavily. So I did, this after it was clearly demonstrated to me that I was not wanted. I really did nearly die of this. It was a long time ago, a whole lifetime.
When I was so sick
you fed me your fish stock soup
made the old time way
and you hummed a song
that felt stronger than the oak,
the tree in your yard
where the squirrels live
and those wise black crows light,
but it's best this way.
September 11, 2009 9:53 AM
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December 2, 2010 7:14 PM