one true thing: woman and guitar
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I’ve spent a few too many years being embarrassed of who I am and what I like. I need people in my world who say and do without fear and/or irony disguising our fear. I am tired of climbing walls.
“It doesn’t make sense to judge with our eyes.”
one true thing: random finds
“Nostalgia makes everyone a poet.”
–Richard Stern
one true thing:
“the goldfish are hungry.” –sk roy
“Staying occupied is a socially sanctioned way of remaining distant from our pain.”
–Tara Brach
one true thing: someone who understands
’nuff said.
one true thing: animal farm
one true thing, a thing that makes my heart just enough happier: an evening with the animals crowded around wondering just what I’m doing with a camera trained on their faces.
one true thing is darkness
it’s definitely getting dark earlier. it’s 85 degrees outside, but the darkness makes it feel like winter. one true thing is darkness. i wrote a poem once about the sun falling–because dad said the sun looked like it fell a thousand miles–and the sun fell onto my porch and then the sun stayed with me in my bed and it was dark for too long, for weeks on end. but we didn’t care, me and the sun. if one true thing is darkness, though, another true thing has gotta be light.
one true thing: as a man thinketh (as you think)
We become calm in the measure that we understand ourselves as thought-evolved beings, for such knowledge necessitates the understanding of others as the result of thought, and as we develop a right understanding, and see more and more clearly the internal relations of things by the action of cause and effect, we cease to fuss and fume and worry and grieve, and remain poised, steadfast, serene.
-James Allen, 1904
One true thing: a tiny scar
A tiny scar is a mark of experience. No more. No less. A tiny scar marks incision and extraction. A tiny scar is unwound skin, marks a split-second of unbound guts. A tiny scar is x-marks-the-spot, is searching, is the buried treasure of breath. A tiny scar is just-in-case and you’ll-have-to-wait-the-weekend. A tiny scar wants to scream. A tiny scar knows no boundaries, wants to be reunited with its kin.
A tiny scare, only if you let it be. A tiny tingling in the back of your throat, only if you think the truth is beyond you. A tiny fear, only if you let it grow. My aunt said this to me, “Fear is faith in the wrong kingdom.”
