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moominmolly) wrote2010-03-05 12:57 pm
moominmolly) wrote2010-03-05 12:57 pm
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This morning I woke up from a dream where I was sitting on the couch in my current livingroom with my mom. We had our arms around each other and were chatting and she seemed sad. My dad came home and they exchanged some empty words, and he went upstairs; then, I held her and she started crying because they'd grown apart and would probably get a divorce if it wasn't for me. I held her a while, happy that I could be an adult daughter and a comfort, but so, so sad for her. Then I woke up and they were both still dead. It's probably about the job thing, but still -- I woke up shaking.
As always: love 'em while you got 'em, love 'em the best you know how. Be gentle: we are all so beautiful and so fragile, even when we are fucking up.
As always: love 'em while you got 'em, love 'em the best you know how. Be gentle: we are all so beautiful and so fragile, even when we are fucking up.
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Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
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