Sunday, April 27, 2014

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

los factores

freshly baked carrot ginger muffins tired eyes, always apologies from a cousin for past wrongdoings curiosity about family nolan's sweet tears search for the paternal line nervous or tender sentences proust, always two little painted faces

Sunday, April 13, 2014

why believe when you can know

yesterday morning i was baking nolan's birthday cake and listening to barbara ehrenreich on fresh air. as she was talking about these mystical experiences she had as a young girl, i felt like i was going to have a panic attack. my heart was beating so fast that i thought i might pass out.

The only words I can put to it after all these years is ... that the world flamed into life. Everything was alive. There was a feeling of an encounter with something living, not something God-like, not something loving, not something benevolent, but something beyond any of those kinds of categories, beyond any human categories.

the world flamed into life. the world flamed into life. the world flamed into life.

i am starving for that.