Minimalist goals

 When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
about grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
and called the trash man. He took
everything.
I felt like the little donkey when
his burden is finally lifted.  Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing–the reason they can fly. 

Mary Oliver, “Storage”, Felicity (2015)

Out of the shadows

"Writing is drawing the essence of what we know out of the shadows."

-- Karl Ove Knausgård

And may I add, who we were and who we are, and perhaps one day, as well, who we might become.

Imperfect

I had this thought tonight, of getting into my car and driving around for a while.

But I was afraid that instead of driving around, I'd drive away. And so I stayed. Right where I was.