1. Love is a gathering of minutiae. Stones, dirt particles, the waxing/waning light, goat’s milk, chamomile,and honey. I am learning the excruciating art of attention, my small gift of sight to the world. The wider the world, the smaller I seem. This smallness is relieving. Concerns, like the self, are pebbles to be tossed into the sea.
The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
2. This is love, I think, to hold a name carefully between the teeth, to hold without swallowing.
The Sea Once Swallowed Me: A Memoir of Love, Solitude, and the Limits of Language
