I can't sleep…
Someone’s life,
their attainments
(forgetting that nine-tenths of it is lived on the inside)…
~ A. K. Benjamin, Let Me Not Be Mad: My Story of Unraveling Mind (Dutton, June 11, 2019)
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i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
~ e. e. cummings, from “Crepuscule” in Dreams in the Mirror: A Biography of E.E. Cummings by Richard S. Kennedy
Notes:
“I surrender,” I said, first under my breath. Then again, a little louder, “I surrender.” I saw a bird, and another one. Objectively, I was in a beautiful place. Objectively, my body had been strong enough to take me out here. It was the subjectivity, the comparison with where I thought I should be, that hurt. “I surrender.” I didn’t need an answer. I just needed to breathe. To, once again, find meaning in the simplest moments.
~ Eva Hagberg Fisher, How to Be Loved: A Memoir of Lifesaving Friendship. (HMH Books. February 4, 2019)
Notes: Photo by Alexandra C. Axelina via EyeEM (via Mennyfox55). Related Posts: It’s been a long day
Step out of the office. 15 hours and counting…
A slow walk down an empty hallway,
and a slower walk to an empty garage.
Ride home.
8:15 pm, cruising up I-95 North.
Traffic, frictionless.
Waze est. of travel time: 23 minutes.
David Crosby, “Carry Me” is on repeat.
Carry me, carry me
Carry me above the world
Carry me, carry me, carry me.
Waze: 10 minutes to Home.
Body races ahead
and eases into bed
slides under the covers
sheets, fresh, cool
seconds drip, unhurried
in ether, adrift, rising
above the world
Home, Home at last.
Notes:
I am only a little better at giving in than I used to be,
at slowing down,
at sitting still.
But progress is progress.
~ Pam Houston, Deep Creek: Finding Hope in the High Country
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