Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. [Nicole Krauss, The History of Love]
I’ve been DOing this daily writing in the same way for some time Now. It has been like a cup, just the right size and touch to hold my morning ginger tea. When I’d miss a few days, [which usually I didn’t but surely have in the past 10 months or so] the container brought me right back to center. Showed me how to BEgin. And when to say WHEN.
I felt this in a wholly on BEyond way just Now. I felt like there we were, you and I, and in just the blink of an eye I went quiet. Incapable of sitting up or writing.
I wonder if what I have to say truly needs saying.
If it needs to BE said, using my voice and your ears, or read by your eyes same as I see it here, on the screen.
There are so many possibilities, impossibilities, wonders, miracles, confusions, misconceptions, and, moments Now.
I’m living in them NOT recording them or documenting them. I don’t want to straddle this divide, tell all, and harm anyone/thing.
But you’re in my thoughtsandfeelings and when I can I will share. Using this trusty container.
I love you, Currie