Joy of Spring
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
There are 7 levels of hell, she said, & I think one of them is reserved for people who bring jello salads to every potluck they go to.
I saw Jacques Cousteau at the grocery store in L.A. once & I watched to see what he would buy, but he only got corn chips & some shoelaces & I don’t know what I expected, but I would’ve settled for a can of chunk light tuna even.
One day he decided he was more dependent on the kindness of women than he liked so he went off to hunt wild beasts with his bare hands. But all he found was a stray dog & a couple of old pigeons & it was cold & he missed the sound of soft voices, so finally he came back & never worried about it again.
Invitation to a Future
this is an invitation to an amazing future & I can guarantee it because most futures are & even if they aren’t there are better things to do than blaming me about it
It is not what you first think. There is no effort of will, no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living. There is only paying attention to the quiet each morning, while you hold your cup in the cool air & then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth upon the table & invite the whole day in again.
What are you doing? I said. I’m invisible, he said, Do I have to spell everything out for you all the time?
& since he was invisible, I decided I could ignore that.
I always wanted to invent something that would move around & make funny noises & would change the world as we know it & I forgot all about that until we had kids & now I see I came pretty close.
He said who invented evil? & I said I wasn’t sure anybody invented it, it just happened when somebody got tired of all the effort it took to live right. They probably didn’t have anyone to teach them, he said & I thought to myself, we might be doing this right after all.
How do you know? she said & the answers fell like feathers, or the first snowflakes of November, light & without words. I looked in her eyes & smiled. You just know, I said.
keeps feeling like he’s being followed by a cloud of insects,
but it’s just the relatives watching
really wanting to work up to 3 dimensions, but not sure it’ll be as fun as everyone says. It’s hard to trust anyone who’s already doing it, he said. They never remember what they lost to get there.
There’s a lot of space in here I’m just starting to discover, my grandma told me not long ago, so I’m hoping my body holds out.
has a really beautiful soul but hasn’t found a way to express it yet
This is a model of the solar system with all the planets there are & a few that haven’t been discovered yet (so they may not look exactly like this).
torn between wanting to stay & wanting to go & worried it will be the wrong decision either way
scattering little bits of happiness everywhere she goes, except at home because her family told her to get out & leave them in peace for godsakes
In the Dark
Early on, I resigned myself to being in the dark on all but the most important things, she said, & it’s not such a bad thing because you don’t see a lot of the stuff you usually get anxious about.
In The Heart of The World
In the heart of the world there is a place that holds the secret names of the rocks & the trees & all the children of the earth & around it gather women & men who hold it dear & each night they stand together to keep it safe for as long as it takes till morning comes & no matter what you have been told, this will always be so, in the heart of the world.
Impossible yoga position but she likes to have goals that no one else can imagine, so they’ll shut up about how they understand exactly what she’s going through