" You know again that there is no time: no space: no distance: a fragile almost workless scratching in a sheet of old barely transparent glass, and...there is the clear undistanced voice as though out of the delicate antenna-skeins of radio, further than empress's throne, than splendid insatiation, even than the matriarch's peaceful rocking chair, across the vast instantaneous intervention, from the long long time ago: 'Listen, stranger, this was myself: this was I.'"
Cast of Characters:
Lookfar, a middle-aged housewife/psychotherapist, fanfiction author and lover of red shoes, living in the Washington, DC, area.
Toby, her equally middle-aged, sweet-natured, retired journalist husband, a dear man and worrier extraordinaire.
Tristan, their tall, wisecracking bookseller son, lives in St. Paul MN
Honora, their lovely unicorn daughter, who works at a DC government watchdog org
<. Enkidu, a marmalade tabby cat who spends hours every day pushing small things off tables and under bureaus. Killer of moles, voles, mice and chipmunks.
Emil, a giant, muscular longhaired badboy with a feathery tail who destroys everything in his path.
Several circles of people made up of the old preschool crowd, the workplace people, parents of the children's friends, Lookfar's post-graduate study group, assorted relatives, the neighbors and the Unitarian Universalist Church.
I write about what's on my mind. I like books, children (no, no, not all children, just children as a topic), spirituality of the inquiring kind, yoga, words and language. My LJ is a meeting and thinking place. Most of this journal is now friends-only, but I welcome new friends. Come forth and identify yourself!
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