exactly a year ago today, it rained, and i resented the departure from sunshone pastorality this represented (this year the bogged-down skies and their baleful drip make it more of the oddball same). i had at least sixty fewer followers, and yet the lines of communication hummed along, in casual splay, giving, taking, opining, acquaintancing, bantering. i’m no less interested in interaction than i was three-some-odd-hundred days ago, but apparently curation has proven more rewarding in these parts since then. whatever gives you the validation you don’t yet realize you need on a cellular level (but can cotton the dearth up on the surface, through hearts tapped and thumbs upped).
*it’s up to you to determine whether this is actually being filed where it ought. maybe Sassy wants to see who’s paying attention.
People, even face to face…disappear from each other.
I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.
One of the most satisfying experiences I know is just fully to appreciate an individual in the same way I appreciate a sunset. When I look at a sunset … I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a little on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple in the cloud color” … I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds. It is this receptive, open attitude which is necessary to truly perceive something as it is.
But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed…