happy birthday, seldom with the soul
this kid turns two today!
Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card, n.d.
Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.
[p. worth/r. prideaux]
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”— C.G. Jung
Oh, God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
[Ryan McGinley/ J.D. Salinger]
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.