We are so lightly here.....

So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.

(Leonard Cohen, Boogie Street)

Thinking about lightness, about flight, about who and what I love, about tenderness.  Wishing for more time.  Alas.  


From Helene Cixous:


One can die from being unable to write in time
the book one has in one's body.

This is what writing feels like this week.  A death.

So melodramatic.  So true.

All of these fluctuations.

Yes.