Mad Men, Amen
Don: Well, congratulations.
Joan: For what?
Don: For getting divorced. Nobody realizes how bad it has to get for that to happen. Now you get to move on.
Here is the day I let it go, blew it up watch it all disintegrate: separate and celebrate the rip is the beginning, the building, split— here is a wing. Watch how, alone but attached: that is how to climb, the capacity to fly.
Me: You're like, "Oh yes, I'm fine, other than the fact my uterus has grown arms and is now reaching out toward the baby in this picture."
Kate: LOL, pretty much!
Me: But could you say that in French?!
Kate: I could try, but probably it would sound even more unnatural that it does in English... "The arms of the area below my stomach want to be pregnant with this baby."
We planted a dogwood in the ground: roots tangled together, dirt held tight in a ball, some tribe gathered closely around. This will be a blooming burial mound. Your mother will come under the cover of night to place part of your cremains in the ground. I imagine you singing but can’t hear a sound, I can read your words but not witness you write, I close my eyes and see you but you’re not...
“While we are sitting in meditation, we are simply exploring humanity and all of creation in the form of ourselves. We can become the world’s greatest experts on anger, jealousy, and self-deprecation, as well as on joyfulness, clarity, and insight. Everything that human beings feel, we feel. We can become extremely wise and sensitive to all of humanity and the whole universe simply by...