connecting the dots

on our terms

“without bitterness, we come and we go. …as we should.  the earth turns on its creaky old axis and give what it can and takes back what it must. why not awaken each morning thinking, ‘its a good day to die’, and then go about living, if such is our choice.  Or fate”

on never changing

…”although it were a choice.  as though one of our greatest lessons isn’t that change is the only constant.  the seasons tell us everything in organic life tells us, that there is not holding on; still, we try to do just that.  sometimes, though, we learn the kind of wisdom that celebrates the open hand.  then we know that letting go of everything is the only way to keep the things that matter most”…..”

 uncertain

“this is how you do it when you’re standing at the edge of a high place: you just lean a bit more in the right direction.  a movement so small.  scarcely measurable.  just a little closer to what once seemed so far away.  and then it takes over and moves at its own speed, and you can stop thinking.  i’ve always thought that any fall like that must be so quiet.  and that the silence is the sound of relief”….

many thanks to elizabeth berg for lending me words when i had none

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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