i'd like to engrave this on my doorpost. these lines make up my coordinates in this world. and the picture is gorgeous. the warmth of skin.
i thought the shoulder looked warm as well, but there's an irony here. this is a dress maker's dummy. and yet she seems animate to me.it's funny, isn't it? i love people. i love their stories and yet with them i lose myself. you too? it's not an easy way to be, i think.xoerin
ha, a dummy! that's wonderful. wonderful what light can do. yes, Erin, i lose myself as well. often it's pleasant, sometimes just confusing. i feel there has to be silence and stillness somewhere in my day if i'm to hear and see people. talk about irony: we have to be absent at times to be fully present. i bet those around you perceive you as a good listener.
perfectly put, somewhere in my day if i'm to hear and see people. i am only learning to be a listener. this is after years of talking too much. i am winding down but i know i've a long way to go.you can't imagine how much i need silence. it shocks me, after years of steady cacaphony. to a large extent robert has taught me and for this i am incredibly grateful. i had no idea how much there was to hear inside of silence.xoerin
aha, you're learning to be a listener after years of talking too much. i'm going the other way. maybe that's why we've found each other: we're arrows in midair flying off in different directions but, right now, at the exact same point in space and time. that need for silence, you should go with it. i've found there's no way to substitute it. it will come back, stronger and stronger, making it's case, irrefutably. isn't it lovely though? isn't it sweet?
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))