So many die, as I sit in pine-paneled bars, where TVs bring stories into our evening on this remote shore of Lake Huron. No one notices, and when I express horror they turn and shrug, these stories far from the truth of their lives.
Efficiency in complexity is beautiful because nothing is wasted. No voice, no part of ourselves, hidden, covered, or quieted. If we hide our true voices, then they leak out sideways and our closest relationships suffer the loss first.
To follow one’s bliss into the great abyss. There’s no thread that can guide you or tick tock that will find you. It asks only for your hand, lift your feet from the sands of anything familiar. Surrender.
I have recently made the decision to move away from a friendship with someone that I love deeply. I made no announcement. I just took a quiet step back and made a visual disconnection in my mind of my own energy.