You know when you have a week or two where you feel a bit lost? That’s where I’ve been. Floating with floaters. I’m telling myself this is just fine and it will move someway or another soon.
When I feel a little lost in the world, I return to my friend-books. Books that I’ve read before. The ones I know will do something for me. This week it’s been Inga Muscio’s Cunt. It’s been seven years since I’ve read it.
Anyway, there is a prayer in it that I didn’t remember, that Muscio recalls from her mother’s home:
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
I like that.
A friend of Nancy killed himself yesterday, and I am always so mystified by this.
Anyway, this is a book everyone should read.