I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

You rest now. Rest for longer than you are used to resting. Make a stillness around you, a field of peace. Your best work, the best time of your life will grow out of this peace.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.