With each death the divine is scattered across the earth making all things holy. I remember the feeling of expectancy, a sacred feeling, come upon me as Christmas morning moved closer. And then there are other traditions. On days when the holiest of people turn their faces to the gods, others do not, never thinking about falling to their knees. Yesterday morning is no more transient than the preceding morning upon which eternal happiness is perpetually contingent. Life is a fountain into which we dip our hands hoping to find our attention taken towards something greater than ourselves.
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A Slip
There are not enough corner pieces of brownies in a pan, of puzzles incomplete and places to go and sit with a nose against the cold, convergence of walls or to lean against with a pillow just so at that place in the lower back, wrenched by that tiny backward slip on the ice-covered second step where one is always careful to avoid the debris from the kids - dolls, action figures skateboard, roller skates, marbles and jacks - but failed to see the ice while paying attention to something that was not even there.
A Thread You Follow 