tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460036711350488987.post783551850855066438..comments2022-12-17T12:20:32.876-08:00Comments on Passion, Not Beauty: Through ThingsJames Allen Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03300961954310320323noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460036711350488987.post-64544801951997418442008-11-18T18:39:00.000-08:002008-11-18T18:39:00.000-08:00give that motherfucker hell, Lu!give that motherfucker hell, Lu!James Allen Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03300961954310320323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8460036711350488987.post-58982625250259810792008-10-25T11:31:00.000-07:002008-10-25T11:31:00.000-07:00"divorce" from a longtime love shifts plates we ne..."divorce" from a longtime love shifts plates we never knew existed, everything becomes unstable, especially the dreams, the certainty with which one carries the days. When certainty is gone we flit, flay, chase our ragged ass tails and lay dizzy astaring at the ceiling, noticing the water stains for the first time. <BR/><BR/>Waves of greif, then relief, lift and lower, grab us and pull us under, and spin us around until we wash up on shore. <BR/><BR/>It's such a bipolar ride. I wish someone had prepared me for this. <BR/><BR/>The moments riding the crest are so freeing, but that undertoad, he's a motherfucker.<BR/><BR/>Here's to riding the crest--surviving the wipe out.luhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14486545199810361580noreply@blogger.com