remembering

 

 

 

 

 

when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

waking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness

~ W. S. Merwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s for you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there’s comfort..

 

 

 

 

 

in knowing that some things
remain the same

 

 

 

 

 

 

the key

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.”

 

~ Ursula K. Le Guin