Everyone is saying the word, joyous. Everyone is recognizing such joy now. Are you?
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Another rocket launched off to the moon yesterday. My imagination, my wants – they both get the better of me. Still, I am happy to want all the same.
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It doesn’t change just because this is the Time of ________.
Look we also lived. It is like watching a dream sometimes; you don’t know what side to err, what side to yearn, or what side to learn from. There is an understanding for the pleasures of the flow. This will never be the same. This landscape, that landscape, the internal landscape – forever changed, garnished and re-garnished: a panorama of uncertainty, but a reminder to be present.
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Within this trembling, is a wet roar, is a wheel turning and you must have faith in the turn of the wheel.
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The Tree arrived in Rockefeller Center though it won’t see large crowds. It will loom above in its singularity and vibrancy as a reminder. Soon, we will be in the new year, and what then?
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I am not on the younger side of things and it makes my life difficult right now. I am something other than available; I am available and unavailable all in one: a heyday of singularity and caution. Unraveling and then spooling back in; what to make with the swindle. I don’t know. The joys. The sorrows. There is such a risk in being present, but presently I am deep in it and feeling. What more can I do.
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I couldn’t imagine my life without my sister, despite our differences. Sisters are sometimes unsettled, chopping, hungering. That burgeoning is okay. It leads us back to the charge around us, buzzing.
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If it is not emotion or feeling that weaves us to one another, then why do we tilt so? Why do re-enter day after day in a portrait unthinkable, undistinguishable, unfeeling? How do we calculate the time? How do we summon the nerve? How do we read what is there in the air between us yet unseen? One sister feeling, the other not, a set of different charges; a magnet, unset yet settling.
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There is turbulence, there are winds, there is lightning and thunder and still the rain washes over all. Everyone suffers. This year has taught us that. Look anywhere. Take this other way of seeing. This other way of saying and don’t say it. Move the thought over.
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