This Is A Note
Mar. 28th, 2011 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormThis is a note I write to myself, to remember when nights are dark. Sometimes there's spring, and biking with wings of wind lifting me through the first scattered raindrops. Sometimes the city is like flying and every person is love to look at and touch. Sometimes life switches between my arms around everything warm and alive and my head on a shoulder that is nothing less than an anchor. Sometimes there is food to share and sometimes I can even get things done: if not everything, than enough.
Maybe my life is a process of shedding loves, of refining my focus down to fewer and fewer people. Maybe that helps.
When I got to Michael's this morning after an hour's bike ride to collect bacon, I announced "I've been biking!" and he said "I know, you're smiling."
Remember, Greenie, things can always be fixed. Some things you can fix yourself, some others can help with. Hang in there, do your best, cherish your needs, and you will come again to this abiding sense of peace and bliss.
Maybe my life is a process of shedding loves, of refining my focus down to fewer and fewer people. Maybe that helps.
When I got to Michael's this morning after an hour's bike ride to collect bacon, I announced "I've been biking!" and he said "I know, you're smiling."
Remember, Greenie, things can always be fixed. Some things you can fix yourself, some others can help with. Hang in there, do your best, cherish your needs, and you will come again to this abiding sense of peace and bliss.
