I intentionally didn't bring my laptop on this trip, and so today is actually the first time I've sat down in front of a real computer. it's been fun catching up on all of your blogs tonight.
tonight i'm in Eugene, and the air is perfect and summery. it's dark but warm and the air holds that perfect promise of past and future. this is the brief moment where we feel the thread that connects it all to the present: the warm nights, the bright stars, the cicadas, the tomatoes, the satiated hush of nightfall; these are signs of summer. but it is this shimmering edge, the moment where we feel summer and feel the things to come and remember the things that were - this is August. August is the fine line between it all. the heart of summer; the very depths before we rise into fall. this moment must be cherished, the delicate between-season season where we can almost smell fall (but not quite) and it is precisely this faint premonition that triggers the memories. at the same time, we can absolutely smell summer, and is is this immersion in the heat and the fruit that reminds us of now, of today, of all the summer days we've lived.
Also, I've been thinking a lot about love. Though I may have already posted this quote (Tom Robbins) recently, it deserves another post because i have been thinking about it:
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.
At first when I found this quote, I didn't think twice about it. I love you for free. Of course!
today i was thinking, though, how many people straight up refuse love that is offered because they are afraid there are strings attached. keep your love to yourself. what is up with that? is it because there is a lot of love in the world that has strings attached? or is it an unfounded fear? truly, i'm wondering. what are your thoughts on the matter?
are you able to love without attaching strings? can you give the gift? or is it hard?
loving you (string-free) from Oregon. i'm so glad we're here.