I’ve been quite a bit more reserved as of late- my resolution for the new year was to only give of myself to those who deserve me, and I’ve been doing quite well. I tell Hannah almost everything that passes through my mind, including and ESPECIALLY what embarrasses me. I suppose that the world doesn’t really have the right to know this, but I doubt the world is reading. If you are, understand that this is all very personal and I’m not writing to tell others, but to tell myself.
I had such a lovely talk with my friend, Ian, last night about how life should be lived, and since then I’ve made it a point to spend my time smiling; realizing that the wonderful feeling of fullness is always there, if only I realize how full I am. My chest feels so heavy from the emotion it carries- in the best way possible.
I don’t know. I mean, I know in the sense that I feel. I just am terrible at translating those feelings into words.
I never want to be content; I want to be brimming, over-flowing, swelling.
I’ve figured it out, something that was never clear to me before—how all creation transposes itself out of the world deeper and deeper into our inner world, and why birds cast such a spell on this path into us. The bird’s nest is, in effect, an outer womb given by nature; the bird only furnishes…