Saturday, February 12, 2005


sometimes it rains for hours, she said, and sometimes, it rains for days on end. There's not much you can do about it then. I noticed - for the very first time, I think - a red band holding her hair together.
we spoke about presence, manifestation. I used the word emergence. For months now I've had the image of crossing a threshold in my head. I thought of it as stepping inside. What it is then, this thing that is stopping you, she asked. Does it become easier? suddenly, what had been a transparent but impenetrable wall became painfully visible. I thought of it as a ball of clay and stone, turning to rubble. Yes, I felt it disintegrating, and it hurt.

the moment of awareness, she says, is something to hold on to.

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