Above me, wind does its bestto blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
-Bill Holm, "August in Waterton, Alberta"
Still reading, "Bird by Bird" - still voraciously quoting.
But you can't get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don't have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses taht we were told not to go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in - then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home. - Anne Lamott*art is by RobDario...cool no?
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