Tag: the real
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Impermanence
“Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?” – Rainer Maria Rilke The days have shortened, but summer has stretched long. It is mid-October, and the thermometer reads upwards of 80 degrees. I live in a liminal space where the heat beats and time is suspended. My sight turns inward; I move through my…
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Liminality
Do you see yet? Do you see how to love the wave already breaking because it is a wave? Because it breaks? – Marilyn McEntyre, “Nothing Gold” liminality (n.) The transitional period or phase of a rite of passage, during which the participant lacks social status or rank, remains anonymous, shows obedience and humility, and…
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Look, I Am Alive
D used to study his hands. He stretched his fingers out wide, curled them into fists. He turned his palms over and back, tracing veins and creases. He said to me, “Look, these are my hands. Look, I’m alive. How strange.” How strange indeed. It is August 29th, 2014, and look, I am alive. *…
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Sincere
“Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells, to love of the telling.” C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce The days have been sweet and beautiful, full and expansive. Unfamiliar faces have become dear and precious. We have laughed and healed and changed. Still, something…
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The Real
Call this country what you may: the City of Wait, the Island of Hopes Deferred, God’s Silence, Barren Tree, Whittling Point. This land is rugged, ravaged, bleak, and spare; its inhabitants spend their days in continual twilight; their moments are occupied with any distraction to ward off each coming night. So. You have left the…
Kathryn Kong 