Sunday, April 2, 2017
Writing Grief and Joy
Mortal processes have beginnings, I suppose, but grief and joy have no necessary ends. Feeling develops, sensation warps and bends in time. Perspective changes everything if I allow my own re-planting and wonder at my own growth. The fall of shadow moves through a day and under the moon too and around a calendar and when the story is written the calendar stretches indefinitely in a brazen challenge to mortality.