“No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.”
Wendell Berry’s words are in my bones. Indeed! I have done this before —picking up my stuff, going someplace else, starting again, but never before have I so observed the process. Never before was there so many balls being juggled with the hope that I can catch them all when gravity kicks in. Never before has it been so bittersweet and hard. I bleed bit by bit from Madison every day.
I am almost the tiny man in a midair jump in the tiny painting that I have on my bedside. There is no guarantee that he was land on solid ground. I am not yet in the air but I am no longer on solid and familiar ground either. Continue reading
Another liminal stage of this unexpected life.
Curiosity.
Yesterday’s solstice. The days are gray, almost dark enough to need lights in the house all day.
State of my world: