It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen...

17 August 2008

For so long things were moving linearly. Always forward. But now I feel time differently. I've been returning to familiar things but seeing them through the lens of retrospect and life experience. Everything in my life is new new new, but an old well-loved sweater kind of new. Not a circle, but an ever-expanding spiral.

1 comment:

Laura said...

The deep parts of my life pour onward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can't reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

(r.m. rilke)