cast off the shame of narcissism . . .

surrender your ego and step into the path

cross that threshold dancing 

Leila Aboulela | Bird Summons

it’s that time of the year again: birthday time. and although my birthday is not a source of expectation and | or excitement (uuused to be* because i love surprises and parties — so it isn’t the birthday that’s exciting, etc.).

it is a time, this year, to remember (just happened, all by itself, this morning) that i wanted a tiara last year as a gift. it’s that eowyn thing and not about a tiara at all.

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it looks like i have not written about her. thought i had. have meant to. a sticky with her name sits on my keyboard — has — for a long time

* adding to the list of fodder for another day