A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know whether my family is bane or meaning, but they have surely gone away and left a large hole in my heart.
~ Keri Hulme
She has this curious heavy grace, like something out of its element making do in a heavier medium. Like she should be living in water.
Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth...
The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.
The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.
I know about me. I am the moons sister, a tidal child stranded on land. The sea always in my ear, a surf of eternal discontent in my blood.
A moon shining a broken road oversea, a lone woman naked to her waist waits at the edge of moonlight, a shadow person watching for meaning somewhere.
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mill of why.
