novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tingle tangle I want to say something that will comfort us both. I don't think there are any words for that, though. You probably want to beat me to a pulp, and I probably want to somehow survive this and come out the other end a stronger, wiser woman. Today on the phone DM told me he always fails people. I told him that life is like walking. You take a step and you fall, you land, you adjust, you take another step and you fall again. You're moving, always, and who can guarantee safety in the face of constant movement? We both felt better at the end of the conversation. I wandered into the garden and made sure to ring the biggest windchime right into the phone, the ones that sound as if they invoke Buddhist chanting. I could hear my friend smiling all the way in Portland. 5:03 pm - 10.18.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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