This knot is an awkward one to undo. I cannot blog about what consumes most of my attention at the moment, but it is hard to blog about anything else. I'm starting to miss being here. I feel shut out by the need for privacy.
I loathe being cryptic, so already I feel this is not going well.
Trying to work out how to be here nonetheless.
And another thing -- tomorrow is L's and my 23rd anniversary. I'm giving her a card with a picture of a pair of turtle doves.
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It is nice to see you. Take care of yourself and congratulations on your anniversary!
Yes, it's a difficult one. In a much less important way I've felt a bit the same over the last few months. It's also kind of interesting, because it highlights how the blog isn't just the people who read it, or just an extension of one's own thoughts, but a kind of synthesis and a thing in itself, which we feel we need to share with. I sometimes feel that I'm sidelining mine like a spouse or parent, fobbing it off with pretty stuff and not telling it anything important.
Cryptic can be annoying, it's true, but then poetry is sort of being cryptic too, necessarily, and can get at things in ways which long prosaic and detailed frets can't. Also, there's something to be said for distracting oneself from the big worry, finding something else to look at for a minute, like cards with turtle doves on...
Congratulations on 23 years, and much love to you both. You know where I am if you want to write more.
Tell all the truth, but tell it slant. Emily Dickinson said that, and now I did too. Emily and me, eh!
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