If I ever could love any humans more than the Wolves, I can’t fathom it.
I love them like I love the desert sky, without reserve and without measure. If my heart should swell, Grinchlike, I would only love them harder.two boys, a very long time ago indeed
It is also true that I love the end of each day in St. Louis because it means it’s over; of the finite number, there is one less day in which my family life is defined by place, this place.
Some things (like St. Louis) got brought into my system by other events (like Bill) that were so probable that they filled multiple dimensions, they sent siren songs into my Time in all directions, recognizable and insistent. He turned out to be inseparable from Place; very odd and unexpected. I never feel right here in Place but I feel exactly right in Time, which is very much more important in the equation. Because if you are off in Time, well. Things can go badly wrong. Anyone knows that.
When I visualize the effect of my actions or thoughts, they look like one of my bangles, a snapshot of cause and effect.
Simple, focused thoughts, intentions or fears make simple, powerful shapes in time and space; very effective.
More ephemera and more thoughts, more complex shapes.
I think of the bangles as frozen moments in time, when cause or intention declares itself as a thing with form, unveils its intricacy or directness.
It makes me wonder if scattered, multitasking, high baud rate people, having more structure and thereby more possibilities in their probabilities, have a bit more wiggle room with how things settle out in life, more chances to put a bit of spin on their return.