What is love? In yoga, there is an exercise in which you close your eyes and try to imagine a bright white shining light, then to think of someone and to send that light to him or her and imagine it pouring down, surrounding and protecting that person. I have never been able to do this exercise without my eyes filling with tears.
One wants a way of looking back without anger or bitterness or shame. One wants to be able to tell everything without blaming or apologizing.
A Feather on the Breath of God, Sigrid Nunez
sitting in the courtyard of the campanile with some fool on a hammock right next to me, I read these two paragraphs and started crying D: Made me think of my shitty relationship with my mom, and how I think about what I’ll say during my parents’ funerals. Lots of anger, bitterness, and shame… how can we live without it?
What is love? In yoga, there is an exercise in which you close your eyes and try to imagine a bright white shining light, then to think of someone and to send that light to him or her and imagine it pouring down, surrounding and protecting that person. I have never been able to do this exercise without my eyes filling with tears.
One wants a way of looking back without anger or bitterness or shame. One wants to be able to tell everything without blaming or apologizing.
A Feather on the Breath of God, Sigrid Nunez
sitting in the courtyard of the campanile with some fool on a hammock right next to me, I read these two paragraphs and started crying D: Made me think of my shitty relationship with my mom, and how I think about what I’ll say during my parents’ funerals. Lots of anger, bitterness, and shame… how can we live without it?
Posted 3 months ago & Filed under A Feather on the breath of god, Sigrid Nunez, Asian American Studies, relationships, love, 3 notes
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lngo said:
get it.
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