up behind the moon

We know that in September

We will wander through the

warm winds of summer’s wreckage.

We will welcome summer’s ghost.

~Henry Rollins

when I catch up to life’s remembrances….

inquiry for today~ did you forget to bring your dreams with you today?

summer dreams

I was bearing up under a weight I could no longer see, when the exhalation of something older than all my trouble unfurled my understanding, like a scarf blown out of the hands of someone clutching it. And my mind, floating between preoccupations, was now see-through and weightless.

For the first time in months, the grief I’d been obeying went silent. I felt whole in a new way, as if the skin of all I’d been through had grown over all my conclusions. I can’t name this other than to say: I have moved through something difficult that has finally opened. All this bearing up and bearing down to be lifted like a scarf on the wind that a child might chase. 

~Mark Nepo

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