Wednesday, April 15, 2009

It is really one of the most wonderful feelings to recognize oneself in another's writing. I don't mean finding which characters were inspired by you in friends' stories; but rather, realizing that your emotions can, and have, been put into words. Sometimes I don't even know that I'm feeling something until I see that it is capable of being felt.

I'm getting married soonish. I never took marriage or love or gross stuff like that seriously before. It seemed irrational and oppressive. But now,

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.

From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks


I wish I had a dreamy photograph that I could insert here.