The light was suddenly so pretty on the bookcase, from where I was sitting on the couch, reading and ruminating. Moments earlier, I was caught in one of the dilemmas that has defined my character throughout my life: the fight to somehow quell a sense of emotional injustice without confessing that I deserved my punishment. This demon is so persistent that only one way has been left open to me – a detente. I am trying to take a further step, beyond ceasing inner hostilities. Since this contorted self-reflection goes where I go, lives where I live, I have to ask myself not only “How do I live with it?” but, “Aren’t other people suffering in exactly this same way?”
And so I cling to a deep feeling in my heart that my best, truest chance to connect with other people, comes from sticking with my demon the way it has stuck with me. I will not find that experience at any other more blissful address. And I won’t be humble, and I won’t be right. But I will be brave enough to let the light on plastic roses get me off the couch, and see what happens next.
Beautiful writing and beautiful images…leaves me wanting more of both.. xo