Saturday, March 2, 2013
One of the understandings however, is much older than you or I. It comes to us from ancientness and we are still met by it through the course of our own time as though it were new, a young thing, unique and lonely. Some will call this good and bad, or give it to the palsy of Yin and Yang. Others justify it with theory, or hope, and go so far as to call it love. But I know this glowing is none of those things, because I have looked at a day where there is no tomorrow. And I tell you it's better than ice cream. Which means it's time to haul the vacuum, let potlatch loose in the room where I sleep.