I am large, I contain multitudes. -Walt Whitman, Song of Myself But here’s the thing, Walt. Sometimes I’m tired of my multitudes. -Maggie Smith, You Could Make This Place Beautiful
Archive for the ‘Existential’ Category
Buber on the vine
Posted in Existential, Ladybugs, Love, Uncategorized on June 8, 2023 | 1 Comment »
Life richer the smaller I live it, the less effort to dominate, win, understand. Better to be the size of orange ladybugs consummating, the bottom one still, the top one shimmying, vibrating, wriggling before releasing on that vine, tiny white flowers blooming, unphased I did not know their name. Smaller than the me and you, […]
Hearts get broken
Posted in Existential, Isolation/Belonging, River on September 14, 2022 | Leave a Comment »
It’s hearts that get broken, not water, not rivers. Etel Adnan, Surge (2018). Night is for sleep. Usually. The curious, the lonely, the still-awake padding softly from bedroom window, shades drawn, to kitchen, to backdoor, to fence behind the garden, latched loosely. To join the buzz and hum that continue, defying false stillness curated indoors, […]
Zero Visibility
Posted in Caves, COVID-19, Existential, Isolation/Belonging on February 28, 2022 | Leave a Comment »
That night of the thick fog, razor-sharp winds, the sky and ground the same dull, impenetrable gray, my fingers and toes, cheeks and ears unable to discern temperature, pain signals tapping an indecipherable morse code, dots of panic, dashes of resignation. I couldn’t see any way out.
Why not?
Posted in Existential, Love, Writing on December 13, 2021 | 2 Comments »
Why not believe that the mouse fell in love with him? That despite the pull of this ardor, he exiled her for making too much noise, gnawing on the bookcases.