The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
– Margaret Atwood –
Moments like that. They’ll happen again. Not the same, but we all will live more moments. =)
Being found.
This made my eyes well up. Your words move me. Thank you, surprising cyber-friend. xo
You have realized how your words speak to me, though we’ve never talked about it directly. Sometimes, just knowing someone understands and pays attention enough to get that understand helps, no?
You’ve done it for me, and I think you know this.
So, really, my thanks is for you too, Lola. =)
You’re right, we haven’t spoken of it directly. But really, I haven’t acknowledged to myself that I have any real impact on you – or more, I’ve underplayed it so that I don’t have to accept responsibility for my possible presence in your day-to-day… I mean, I seem to be hurting so many people who do know many parts of me, people I love(d). And so, I hurt.
So, thank you for reminding me, for making me face some Goodness. You are kind and generous time and time again.
Mutual appreciation is a lovely gift as is the flawed perfection that we all are. 🙂
I’ll say it so there is absolutely no room for you to doubt it, internally, of yourself.
. Trust that I do appreciate the impact you have on me. I could babble for hours about it, but it really boils down to one thing: I come back here not because of the images and visuals you put forward, but because of the parts of you – in your words, reflections, and the subtle stuff you share when you meld all of them, even more subtly. Here.
Which, in essence, is because that is you.
Here’s one I’ll put forward: if you would like to talk, feel free to email me at any time. Standing offer is open. Email address is back on my node. 🙂
Well, thank you again. I hear you, I will let your words simmer.
Subtle… not my forté in life (I am FAR too blunt for my own or anyone’s good) but in writing, yes, oh, yes… how I relish in it. And I’m so tickled by layers inside a moment.
Your standing offer is heard and accepted. Thank you again, kind sir. xo