exactly a year ago today, i opened my world with leave takings, i’ve been raging about loss, and i’ve been raging about how the world should come together.
i’ve learned the essentials – weave foods out of nowhere, knit letters to form stories and start a memory.
speed is important, i’ve named them, segrated them, and summoned them at whim, so i can be close or far from anything that needs attention and details. I tend to speed up when i am far from the center of comfort, when i’m afflicted, and when i want to elude, and when i long for silence. stories are different when you find me in one place and in another place, suddenly.
there are times, when i go slow, or when i’m compelled to temper my pace, learning is different. when i am warped, caught and stuck, i always find it difficult to untangle myself.
moving is essential, just like poetry, like a good conversation, like a long kiss, like a tight hug. oh well