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Wednesday, January 15, 2010 5:32:38 PM
there is a lot of sadness happening around me.
i think of this, and then in the background there is port au prince, and vic chesnutt, and all the people with tragedies that creativity and a new perspective and maybe even time do not soothe.
some people are light feathered. i do not know what this means, but it came to me, those words together, and i thought i would just write them that way. they suffer like bugs at the peak of a cattail in a wind storm.
in my dreams, i know how to let go. it is relief. it does not matter if i land on grass or water and must clamber again frailly to the top, or cartwheel stiffly into the mouth of some creature in waiting, or plunk on my side with one eye to the clouds and breathe into death. it is not painful.
in my dreams, because in my life, i am not so graceful.
maybe none of us are.
tsuki had his plate removed yesterday. he contracted two new infections which require dangerous antibiotics. i am bringing him back daily to change his sugar bandage, which has been successful at forming new tissue to steadily close his wound. he is sad and sleepy, but lets me cuddle him on the floor and kiss him anywhere i want to.
citta is batting at his cone, and eating all his bouillon cubes out of the water dish, and licking his whole face and distracting him from pain. a good companion.
resiliency is a trait i think we will not need in other worlds.
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