Thursday, December 2, 2010

The Healing




"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.

The Healing

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

6 comments:

  1. I like the photo image, a good place to think through, to heal.

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  2. Jozien, I am glad you are here! I have missed you, sweetheart.

    Anthony, I have found a whole group of Russian photographers that are into enhanced landscape photo work. That's where these landscapes I use come from.

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  3. It's amazing what we do to ourselves to avoid feeling what we feel.

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  4. "Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding." Oh, I can spend a day looking at just this, as though I were watching once again that eggshell to break.

    Your poem - acceptance? Acceptance seems to be the way of everything.

    xo
    erin

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  5. When I replaced the last line of my poem with the one that is now there I knew I created an ambiguity beyond any answer because there are too many possible answers. I don't mean any of them or all of them because what I mainly mean is how I could not stay where the healing took place, just could not. That inability lies deeper than any explanations.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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