I am in here.
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Thou ever pourest for me the fresh drought of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim. My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place … Continue reading Gitanjali #73
Gail over at Crossing the Rubicon2 just posted this, and for some reason, it’s exactly what I needed to read at this time. I’m not sure why that’s so, but I’m going with the gut feeling, and posting it here too. Thanks, Gail! Box of Rain Look out of any window any morning, any evening, … Continue reading Box of words
from Quotation Search – Quote Search – The Quotations Page Grief is the agony of an instant, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life. — Benjamin Disraeli
Grief is starting to manifest itself in my life as a tendency to self-destructive behavior. I was not self-destructive when Dad died. With Mom dying, though, the grief is so different. Subterranean. Desires to escape — the vodka, the imaginary mudding worlds. And it’s so hard to be in this world, literally: the deep snow … Continue reading Grief
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