Active Entries
- 1: Views & News: School's (almost) out for summer
- 2: Music Monday: Canticle for Vespers: Magnificat anima mea Dominum
- 3: My poem: drupe
- 4: Into the Void: return to the fold edition
- 5: I is for [Requiescat] In Pace
- 6: My ficlet: I is for Incarnate
- 7: My ficlet: I is for Indurate
- 8: Collage Journaling: more peach for June
- 9: My poem & Rilke
- 10: Word: Skookum
Style Credit
- Style: Caturday - Orange Tabby for Heads Up by
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags
no subject
Date: 2020-11-02 05:01 pm (UTC)Yes, all my anxieties about the election and my kids and my life choices and all the mistakes I've made seem to not matter so much when I'm before so massive and (as you say) vast a thing that's always moving and has always been moving and will be moving no matter what happens to me. It's comforting. And the noise itself is soothing and I like the birds and the shells and the foam and the feel of the sand.