d i s c o v e r i n g monsters


Posted in friends, Life, love, Vacation by Jules on 7 February 2010

Sometimes I have a hard time expressing what is happening inside me. Especially when it’s big. Especially when it’s really big. When the beauty, and gifts, and thankfulness are so large, I cannot grasp their depth, it’s then that my words and feelings well up inside me, but cannot seem to find a way out.

I have no words of my own, no way to fully express or describe my weekend in San Francisco and Berkeley. I could give you a successful laundry list of what we did, how I felt, but I lack the talent, and ability to convey the fullness of the experience. Therefore, so as to not dampen the beauty that was last weekend, I will offer this quote. Because last weekend, being with Caitlin, and meeting those who love her, truly left me “richer for having known it.”

“The subjective response, however, when a … book has been finished and put aside is that, upon reflection, it does not seem so much that one holds the memory of a story; rather, it is the after effects of a poem rich in metaphor that seem to remain.

This I value, partly because it does defy a full mapping, but mainly because that which is left of a … story when the details have been forgotten is a thing which comes to me at odd times and offers me a feeling or a thought; therefore, a thing which leaves me richer for having known it.”

– Roger Zelazny


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  1. Miss Marti said, on 9 February 2010 at 11:00 am

    The most fascinating about this pictures is the hands…with no head. And then, kneeling with hands above. Something about the kneeling…something humble enters the picture. Good pic.

  2. Miss Marti said, on 9 February 2010 at 11:02 am

    Something humble…or playful.

  3. caits said, on 10 February 2010 at 3:58 pm

    geeez…you. I mean exactly. yes, exactly.

  4. Jules said, on 10 February 2010 at 4:04 pm

    Ma – Those are actually Cait’s hands. She was lounging on some antique furniture on the sidewalk after an evening of dancing at The Red Poppy.

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