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Moments of Purpose
In some ways it’s like back to being in my twenties. I don’t think those in their twenties realize how very young that truly is. Back when I thought I could change the world, back when each step mattered, that this man would be the one for the rest of my life. There is no rest-of-your-life. There is just life in all its meandering painful surprising ebb and flow. There …
where to strike?
Still wondering about those matches.
a little more
practice
Simple first. How much change in value is there in a piece of paper in morning light?
I measure time by how a body sways
Favoring the right leg, doing that loping lean. It will take about six months. Six months until…what? What does that even mean? I knew a woman, lovely in her bones When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
matches
“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a …
too
Still here. You too. There was one you that left. Negative space. I worried it like a kid who’d lost a tooth. Felt the missing piece of me. But you’re still here. You’ve been here all along with your arm to lean on, and a sigh that wishes I’d take care of myself a bit more. You brought pie. You brought me flowers. You refused to imagine the world without …
character motivation
What does it take to move one past such inertia?
Trains and planes and cars and buses characteristically evoke a certain attitude of blue – unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport and the cargo they are carrying is you I can hear the train. Whenever I do, I hear that song. It’s time to go.