“So here we are again, in the middle of the night. We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” — TS
A thought, on the plane ride back to my real life, as I was folding and refolding and unfolding and then doing some more folding of the nicely slick, semi-cardstock paper of my boarding pass:
If you start with garbage, then anything you do is an improvement.
So maybe that’s where I should set the bar for my artistic output for a while. Start with garbage; try to make it a little less garbagey.
And maybe that’s where I reset the bar for my life, a year ago: I started with garbage, which made it quite easy, once I’d turned the corner, to run around making it less garbagey. The low-hanging garbage was fucking everywhere. So much so that my first cleanup pass made a huge difference. A huge difference.
And after that it was like: wow.
I think that’s what she meant by “a glitter moment”; a moment in life, in your mind or your emotional core or all three (as if they could ever really be distinct entities); a moment that just sparkles… with an insight, a new belief, a scrap of remembered dream.
Maybe this is all we are. Then again, maybe it isn’t all we have to be.
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.