Another kind of magic

(first draft lost)

It's another kind of magic to gimpse when something already is and has been.

Perhaps
even more amazing than discovering that someone understands what you are trying to say
Is discovering that not only do they already know,
they've already told you.

I love the way gifts can be wrapped in time.
I love the way that time delivers gifts.

I am indebted to writers
for preserving an experience for others who recognize it to point at and agree
yes; with all my past and present, yes.

Anna and Berlin only had one night

He was right to remind us both that you cannot prolong such gifts.  You cannot preserve them.

But, you can bring something back.

I am building a memory palace.

The bus home in Portland and everything as it should be

That 1/2 hour on Pingjiang Lu as the city kindly met with me

The block in old town painted gleaming white with gratitude, gratitude, gratitude for a gift I didn't know I needed.

The brilliant embroidered 'mandala' (I abuse the term) I planted (and by 'planted', I mean 'chose to notice') flowering on the intersection where I saw the separate woven threads emerge from their knit pattern and combine.

I endeavor to be a sculpter of time

and of meaning

I do deeply appreciate whoever is writing my book