The place I am staying is magical. Deer walked alongside with us in the cemetary, casually and taking little notice of us. I wish for large white birds and they appear, fixing on me in a crowd. Crows follow me and I find their feathers in the strangest places, weaving them into my hair as little amulets.
Sometimes I wake up and think everything is going to be just fine.
playing in the background:
half of learning how to play
is learning what not to play
and she's learning the spaces she leaves
have their own things to say
and she's trying to sing just enough
so that the air around her moves...
Of course it will be alright. It will all be as it should. Everything you've ever dreamed of is scattered throughout the landscape of every day. It is like a beautiful easter egg hunt where the eggs deeply want to be found.
Kinda. Something like that. Nevermind.
Posted by: Sanjos at May 24, 2005 08:28 PM