Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Meanwhile, at the rose covered cottage (Gloria, part 4)
We become habituated to our circumstances, lurching mindlessly or drifting passively through disappointments and dismay, turning ourselves custardy to fit events as they occur, trying not to see ourselves as stubborn, as timid, as resigned. The trick, Gloria thought as she experienced near-whiplash at the revelation, was to keep the level of believing in magic constant. In what we think may be magic but might just possibly be ordinary life wearing its own eccentric clothes, the highs and lows aren't so punishing nor so far apart. We are able to rely on the unseen, on our memory of it at work with sleeves rolled up, golden hair limp with sweat, its buoyant outlook weightless enough to keep our doubts from sinking us.