Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

1.25.2007

My Child Comma

Potential

My Child,

The other day your mother and I went to the doctor's office. They told us all sorts of mundane and boring details about you. They told us about your nutrition and your needs. Right now, you are so small they refer to you as cellular. You're so small that you're a microscopic jumble of potential and magic.

I have so much that I'm going to tell you, to show you... so much we're going to see. Your mother touches her abdomen and smiles in beauty, and right now you are hiding safely somewhere inside of all that beauty.

God help me, I hope it is warm and safe for you out here with me. We can hide, together. I'm going to try so hard - I really will.

Right now, you're so small that you're just a jumble of potential and magic. But, your heart will soon be beating and I swear I can hear your anointing from here. Such music is so kind, so beautiful ... full of magic and hope...

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