tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464133528380160550.post95557540334501746..comments2023-05-01T05:57:18.484-04:00Comments on Stationary Unicycle: The Real GirlMargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439497744235401175noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464133528380160550.post-88323380125552017442013-11-09T09:39:21.046-05:002013-11-09T09:39:21.046-05:00truth, like silence, is yours. that infinitesimal...truth, like silence, is yours. that infinitesimally small nugget at the core of all the tamping down, the corner into which the spirit presses itself when the emotional assassination attempts occur, the bubble of air, for the minute it is yours, under all that water - - this is where you are you and safe and strong. and after years of keeping your back on those words, or actions, when you notice that you are still there with the bubble of air, with the space in your now mature brain, with the pain still throbbing in your no-longer-a-child's heart, this is when you start to reclaim, and to pass on the love, the hope, the belief, to your children and to other peoples children, that the world can be better. Paul Pickeringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12689615451396414484noreply@blogger.com