Pain has an element of blank, Emily Dickinson said.
I wonder sometimes if I’ve had a single incarnation in which I was emotionally strong from the beginning, or if it’s always something I have to fight for until my metaphorical hands are bloody.
You could have drawn a line dividing up my childhood at around my eleventh year.
There is a story I once learned, one that I told myself again and again, but with so many tales filling the world, it got pushed out of my head.
I like to think some part of me, the immortal part of me that feels and remembers beyond what the flesh is capable of, sees to the end of all things.
Cut from The Happiness to Sleep for length purposes.
I remember often the golden childhoods of this life and the last. Continue reading “Souvent Me Souviens”
Life begins with a long stare into the darkness.
“In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.” G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
I was asked once what I love, and this was qualified by, what to you is sacred?
I used to dream of it…
When I go to the scaffold, it’s always alone.