There are three lost continents. We are one: the lovers.

"Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense."  - Tom Robbins



I'm not someone who can easily pick out a favorite anything.  My favorite songs, bands, movies, quotes, and even people, they change often enough for me to know that my tastes differ too much to make a solid decision.  Choosing a favorite book?  Forget it.  There are far too many books, too many characters, too many stories that speak to me.  I read "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" at the most perfect time in my life.  I was lucky.  It was published (or at least became popular) when I was barely a teenager. It made a huge impact.  But does that make it any more important than "The Secret Garden", which I read over and over growing up?  I spent years of my life reading "The Stand" by Stephen King every summer at the beach.  I still love that book.  I guess my favorite book just depends on what I need from my books at the time...

Right now, for the past few years, actually, but ESPECIALLY right now, it's "Still Life with Woodpecker".  Tom Robbins has this gorgeous way of writing.  His sentences can stand alone as some of the most beautiful things that have ever been written, in context or not. You could pull any passage out of it, and the quote would be worthy of a tattoo (or at least a time-consuming cross stitch project).  Tom is there for me when I can't accept advice or support or love from anyone else.  I keep a copy of "Still Life with Woodpecker" by my bed, like a bible, for when I need an answer for things.  It's always there.  It's a fairy tale.  It's a bit of a femenist manifesto.  It's a guide to life.  It's a reminder not to take things so seriously.  It's a handbook for outlaws.  It's a guide for how to make love stay.  It's a damned fine love story.  

I have a love affair with this book. 

I've cheated on everyone I've ever loved with this book.  

I keep an extra copy onhand as often as I can, in case I meet somone who I feel needs to read it.

It keeps me silly, young, and rebellious. 

It reminds me that magic doesn't have to go away.  

It may one day reveal to me the purpose of the moon.  
 

awakenings

I forgot I had a blog for awhile.  I journaled like hell when I was going through my kidney donation.  I think eventually I will share the entries online.  But not right now.  I need to process all of that, and it's hard when all of this other shit is going on.  I'm not sure if the kidney donation was a nice distraction for the problems in my head or if it was a catalyst for big change.  Either way, long story short, I am moving into my own apartment next month.  Gren has his own place.  I hate that I'm hurting him.  I hate that I can't just be happy being stable.  I hate that my decisions affect so many people.  But I don't want to pretend things are okay if they're not.  And change is always good.  It just doesn't always feel like it...