One of those days after you pushed me away for the last time and before you knew that time was the last, I watched a recording of Peter Rollins’s online seminar titled “Giving the Unwanted Gift of Nothing“. The gift being love.
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Nothing
Over the past few years, the culture has offered, via books, articles, and blog posts, glorification of joys of one’s own company, single life, single travel, whatever.
I mean, fine, good for the authors. Not proudly, I am not buying. Continue reading “Nothing”
Mondays
There may be a day some time in the future when I no longer care about you. The familiar feeling of your embrace would be like a memory of a good book I’ve read, or a movie I’ve seen. Like a memory of my hand in David’s in the Azalea Garden, in June of 2007. So what if I remember the month and year, I am good with calendars, that’s all. It might have been May, too. When do the azaleas bloom? It was a Tuesday.
About you, I’ll remember there were Mondays. Continue reading “Mondays”
