If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



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Friday, February 10, 2012

Nothing you don't know.


          Life moves on around empty spaces, we skirt them, turn away our wet glances, to avoid another scene, up bootstraps and step into the glare of another day, numb with wonder at what comes and what goes.    

5 comments:

  1. in spite of all the logic in the world...there is this pain.))

    xo
    erin

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  2. erin...

    I was giving in to my sadness... sinking, thinking of all the happiness that dog brought me, happiness I would never have again. Suddenly that old saying (a saying my cynical ass has never particularly cared for), 'it is better to have loved and to have lost than to have never loved at all', made sense. I thought, get up... get up and make new love. Wht wallow, when you can have more. Maybe it's not so much faith, as you said, that makes a man (or woman)keep on after tragedy. Maybe it's love (or faith in love.) Maybe we move from love, to love, to love, through life.

    God, if we (I... you may already),could take less time to grieve, to begrudge, to vindicate, etc., and go straight to making new love... Ah, but that goes against the grain of traditional thought, doesn't it. Oh, well, I'm going to give it a whirl. I feel a puppy coming on.

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  3. ((steven)) whose traditional thought? screw traditional thought.

    Maybe it's love (or faith in love.) Maybe we move from love, to love, to love, through life. i was going to say, what choice do we have, but that's just it - we have choice! it's not easy, but here we go. where be those puppies?

    (i work on the grief. sometimes i do well. sometimes i fail. sometimes i need a kick in the pants, sometimes a gentle hand. love to love in whatever form we can manage:)

    xo
    erin

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  4. erin...

    I guess martyrdom, carrying the past to our graves, looks a little less selfish. But I'm not forgetting anything, or anyone, I'm adding to the list.

    Puppies. The word alone *bling* :)

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  5. Do we ever stop grieving? No... Our hearts just keep growing bigger. A new sweet puppy will be good.. filling empty moments with laughter and happiness... and we ALWAYS remember our past loves ...

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