RIVER TEETH, PILGRIM SOUL

Sunday, August 11, 2019

South Carolina: Hunting Island state park

Posted by alice at 8:26 AM

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alice: How I want to live daily: with such ardor and devotion towards every waking moment, to be exhilarated by tasks I’ve chosen to be routine, not the ho-hum mechanism of cogging wheels, but rather, conscious sensitized rituals that clarify meaning with each new return, to bask in the joy of the present moment and be transported by every thing I do into a sense of flow, of stepping outside of worldly time and stepping into the internal temporal movements of every object, every task, every exchange. Gloriously crannied deep into the secret space of things. Metabolism pumping with silent unending idealism. A Millayan candle burning at both ends. River teeth, pilgrim soul.

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