The Pause


We all have an old knot
In the heart
We wish to untie.

Michael Ondaajte
The Cat’s Table

I spent a lot of time tonight trying to write a post. Sometimes I catch myself trying too hard and start whittling away words until nothing is left on the page.

I’m thinking about pauses and knots and hanging on. Truth is, there is something liberating about an untied knot.

(This is all simply a pause.
This sheltering, I mean.
This is not our forever.)

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