Pamela

“I woke
And crept
Like a cat

On silent feet
About my own house-
To look

At you
While you were sleeping,
Your hair

Sprayed on the pillow,
Your eyes
Closed,

Your body
Safe and solitary,
And my doors

Shut for your safety
And your comfort.
I did this

Thinking I was intruding
Yet wanting to see
The most beautiful thing

That has ever been in my house.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses

“Concerns buzzed like flies in her head, and she swatted them with prayers.”
― Francine Rivers, Her Mother's Hope

“Admiring is easy, but affinity, that does take some time.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses

“Living in a piecemeal and accelerated space and time, he often has trouble acknowledging his own physiognomy; left without a sexual, subjective, or moral identity, this amphibian is a being of boundaries, a borderline, or a "false self"--a body that acts, often without even the joys of such performative drunkenness. Modern man is losing his soul, but he does not know it, for the psychic apparatus is what registers representations and their meaningful values for the subject. Unfortunately, that darkroom needs repair.”
― Julia Kristeva, The Portable Kristeva