Oh friends. So many groundhog thoughts have been swirling around my head this week. The accident has stayed with me. changing me. sitting with me.
>After big moments in my life, when I feel a bit lost (or found somehow), I find myself turning back to my favorite poets. my favorite poems.
This week brought me back to this one, by E. E. Cummings (one of my faves):
silently if,out of not knowable
night’s utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if(spiraling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself;i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:
yours is the darkness of my soul’s return
–you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
>I'm ready to get married. When Viet arrived home Tuesday night, hugging him brought the ground back under my feet. brought the world back between my arms.
>my mom is joy:
>I'm aching, and the medicine doesn't seem to change anything. It's as if I'm carrying the weight of what could have been, what might have been on my neck and back.
>but no matter what: the sun always comes peaking through:
>and the wedding crafting continues:
>Goodbye Annie. You were a great car. The greatest. I'll miss you.
>and lastly, just these guys:
Happy Friday Everyone.