gallas13

Let me tell you this once
(I will not be able to say it again):
I have lost the meaning of words.
Heavy, they ripped away from the sounds,
fell into cracked ground. For weeks
I scratched but what I dug up was
bicycle spokes, black melon rinds,
a smashed doll face--it was not meaning.
I don't know what I am saying.

I exaggerate. Not everything is gone.
I still know perfectly what sugar means,
and pine needle. Laughter is more
of a problem. And yellow often slides,
a plate of butter in the sun.
The meaning of flower has gone entirely;
so has the meaning of love. Now it is safe
to say: I love you. Now it is true.

-Nancy Mairs

i had one of those wonderfully rejuvenating conversations with an old dear friend tonight. the kind that just fills your gas tank right back up. she's one of the brightest stars in my rolodex - a ten minute conversation with her always sets me straight. truly one of only a handful of people on this planet that i honestly respect and admire. just good good people.

good timing having her call me out of the blue on this night jah. i and i give thanks and praise.

now if i can shake off the damage done this weekend i'll be able to claw myself out to JFK and catch a plane to london. cheery-o!

p.s. i'm gonna keep plugging this bomb until it drops. ya'll all should come to our scavenger hunt. mamas. daddys. baby mammas. baby daddys. all ya'll.

http://www.elastichorizon.com/hunt/