a circle he replied is a sunbeam that saw itself and fell in love.
-nikki giovanni-
then, when we wake, then it's time to toss things, like our reason and our will, then it's time to break our necks for home. there are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom.
-Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm-
'But joy,' I whispered, 'This joy. It's boundless too, and endless. So hold on. This isn't theirs to knock out of you. It's not yours to lose. It's not mine either. But it's making the trip. It's coming. So please. Just hold on.'