The Long Road of Blog

“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”

William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country

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On Falling (oh! the joy!)

Up until yesterday late afternoon, the main way I’d fight back tears when I didn’t want to cry was to remember the time my dad fell when we were skating.

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Square One, Story Fondling, and Grieving

The mind is a meaning making machine, so when something happens to us that feels overwhelming, confusing, catastrophic, our mind gets to work to figure out what it all means.

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