“There are so many ordinary miracles: The tree continues to chat despite being left out in the rain without an umbrella”
“The heart remains in the window despite the changing circumstance”
“Lately, I’ve been trying to remember to be surprised and thankful for every situation”
“So much has happened, some I remember some is stored in The Room, a great lost. It’s good to remember how Now has concresced from Then”
“What did it feel like to be smoking a cigarette on top of the rectory’s roof, at the tail end of a messy, vile relationship, entering into a transitional state, no solid ground? Perfect. As all things ‘past’ by the nature of their condition must be. Was I drunk? Most likely, the Beast was better at negotiating the untenable than I. Frequently, I saw unidentified objects hovering and defying physics from this vantage point”
“Apparently, while I was living in LA, bursting into tears in Trader Joe’s, I didn’t have time to take pictures”
Funny. When I try to slip into the Magick of Now, automatically past or future come up. Working on it!
