Thought pocket

God is all of the journeys

There is a cradle that can be made in the distance between two peoples' eyes

the pain of parting is down payment for reunion

everyone is me, but with their own unique changes. I am you, with some important differences.

when trying to make decisions under emotional influence, remember that your brain is on drugs

everyone just wants to be respected, understood, and allowed to live

a torn seam in the fabric of my life has just smoothed over.
it's a little like being able to see the whole sky again - front and back.
and maybe the water will warm enough that my fractured iceberg will dissolve, and hey, it's all water anyway.

I got rhythm, I got music, I got my wide horizon
my world just recovered some of its fullness

regathering the horcruxes… I made too many .. In attempt to save it, I divided my heart and scattered the pieces into hiding. I face a cooling - now I've been remembering my hiding places - bring them back together, gather embers - it is not yet time to fade.


I think,
that as the life moves up through the trunk from the earth,
it can feel the other branches, the roads not taken,
as it stretches towards the particular leaf from which it will be exhaled back into the world.


When You Are Old by Wiliam Butler Yeats

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced among the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

(Happy Easter.)
One month since I made it to the river