If we can just let go and trust that things will work out they way they're supposed to, without trying to control the outcome, then we can begin to enjoy the moment more fully. The joy of the freedom it brings becomes more pleasurable than the experience itself.
Nothing releases like forgive. Nothing renews like forget.
My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.
He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.
Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.