I was broken in some ways, saved in other ways, but I have never, in my mind, been whole, and am running out of time.              jon katz
renate introduced me to the blog of jon katz. it's the only other blog i know. he does a lot more than me in the way of helping others and he sells art and has a farm. it's different here but we are related internally. we respond to life in related ways. he and i both found someone after years of wandering, found a life that was a culmination of our struggles, but remain in ways who we are, saved but still carrying the wound inside almost carefully, adamant, with a kind of fierce loving pride. we may not be that related, we may find coincidence where we need, but something draws us into certain orbits, certain people, certain dogs, and if it's chance it's chance with unique gravitational influence. it's chance that is somehow mysteriously written in our invisible stars and our dreams, in our softly rumbling bodies called together, connected by connection, sought by seeking, sowed like seed.