there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.
I mean
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
something I very much needed to read today
“what have you been up to lately?” i don’t leave the house
lonely people are like nooooo i love the silence i love being by myself and then you ask them how their day has been and they tear up a bit
hannibal nbc — season 2 [full script]
"See what you are. Don’t ask others, don’t let others tell you about yourself. Look within and see."
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
“Tienes unos ojos, que ni con mascara de pestañas podrían verse tan bonitos… Unos cachetes que no requieren de dieta porque la genética así los quiso… Tu sonrisa no requiere de cirugía, ni tus dientes de blanqueado… Y tu cintura es perfecta sin las cifras que te importan… Tu cabello que no desea ser recogido o procesado y le gusta ir al viento, sin sentirse domado… Lo bonito son tus manos que dibujan o escriben… Tus hoyuelos que se asoman si sonríes… Son tus pies porque te acercan a las personas que amas… Es tu oído, es tu vista, es tu tacto, que te acercan al mundo… Eres tú, es tu esencia, son tus miedos, imperfecciones y cicatrices… Lo que te identifica, lo que te marca… Y, creas o no, alguien te ama porque sabe que ese montón de errores no los tiene alguien más…”
— Clara Ajc