I’m getting better now
re re membering
i can make up my own mind in the back bedroom.
crispness of newsheets
newdays
and an aircrack before cotton.settles
no longer a guest in my guestbed.
I haven’t written for so long
it has been medicine, i think. Necessary, a stilling time
distilling time.
I am studying again, for knowledge s:lowers my pulse
and i am at peace alone.
There are people whom I owe thanks to, who have been picked up, then thrown down.
I have been a tantruming child. I have been selfish.
It is so wonderfully magical to hear your voice again, Ebby. And as fresh and unique and perfect as always, that moment as the fresh sheet settles down on you and s:lowers, both perfect Ebby word magic moments of great joy for me to hearreadsee. You are magical and wonderful and I missed you and I am sososososo happy to hear your voice again my heart is flying and my cheeks are crinkling,
Thank you, Paul.
Thanks for stopping by. Your words mean a lot. Glad you are back and feeling better. Take it slow, take it slow. Healing takes the time it takes.
I’ve read this a few times and each time it brings that ache back of when the new bed no longer feels wrong, of when the new is no longer different…
esp making up my own mind (echoes the bed making)
and the re re membering
(my now 5 son still says me membering–i will never suggest it is other)