inklingfair How can one work with all that glory streaming onto the kitchen floor?
Flashback to 2009, Coron. Flu or a hangover, I don’t remember what it was, but I was curled up on the green-carpeted kitchen floor, the hot afternoon rays (amplified tenfold by the sea) coming through the window. I had just decided to leave the island and was terrified of starting over.
The new U2 album was out, and most of it was irrelevant to me – until I heard this:
Go, shout it out, rise up. Hear me, cease to speak that I may speak. Restart and reboot yourself, you’re free to go.
I have a ton of things to clear off my plate before the day ends, but I’ve stopped to get my bearings – and oh, what a bunch of photons hitting dust motes can do. When hibernation doesn’t work, a restart will. Reset to factory settings? I might need it one day, but this is not the day.
Sometimes I still find myself tempted to curl up into a ball and make believe that time will not pass as long as I keep still. But this is a note to myself: I am here now, and I am meant to be here now and Newton’s first law applies – I am an unbalanced, finite force and I will run down one day, so I better move.
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I said yes to J last Saturday. My answer was yes before the question was asked, but why should that matter to a time-traveler? 🙂
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds
– e.e. cummings
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Uncurling, now.
Photo by Ji Villamor on Unsplash
