Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. [Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP]
The past few days have been a bit of an obstacle or collision course for me. Whether chemo-related, spina bifida-instigated, or just BEing knocked down and out for 3 full days, it is good to BE back to my writing. Making a little art. Reaching out BEyond myself…
We, none of us, ever expect to BE broken. Or BEtrayed. And we DO all seem to expect ourselves to pull it together, come back from the edge, and pick up our lives.
I am glad I know that I am NOT so different. Strange, perhaps, but NOT so different.
I am tentatively “back” today. A little shaky. But I’m here.
I love you, Currie