"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
Monday, August 11, 2008
a candle for Aloha
For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? ~Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"
Today, our friend Aloha is standing in the sun of Hawaï, for ever and she melt in the wind...I lit a candle for her...