oh to dream, just for a moment, the picture outside the frame

…to search in the darkness for someone who looks like me;
cuz I’m not really who I said I was, nor who I thought I’d be.

Just a collection of recollections; conversations consisting of the
kind of marks we make when we’re trying to make a pen work again,

A lifetime of them…

 

~Ani diFranco

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unbecoming

Maybe the journey
isn’t so much about
becoming anything.
Maybe it’s about
unbecoming
everything that isn’t
really you,
so you can be who
you were meant to
be in the first place.

~summersaldana.com

If only I knew where the wood drake rests…

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

~Wendell Berry

 

In related news, I have two of his books in my Barnes and Noble cart.

But I still don’t know where the wood drake rests.