Sitting on the wall, split in her certainty by her own thinking: for one, looking back to ponder the way that brought her to where she sat on the wall; and for another: considering the route ahead—the vague outline of the route, obscured by a blinding sunlight—This is how I found Gamel when I arrived…
Category: Self-Exploration
What I’ve always and only known: Fear and Attachment
From bus terminal to bus terminal, from gate to gate, maybe during a week of hiking or a week of navigating a new city, you carried hefty pieces of what seemed to be essential pieces of luggage. Tedious toil it was to lug around these pieces of what you came to refer as (as) an…
Someday, Bearing Precious Fruit
Apple tree Who knew you such an inspiration? When at some time growing up, you swore you’d never grow up straight Now you bear the most precious of fruit.
Between Meds and Madness
Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up. It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…
