Journal Entry #2

Having returned, I question the distinction between self and what’s around us. Borders, territory, even our own skin are very thin barriers to what is flowing all around us, through us, all the time.

What happened down there, between us, was the finest gift I could have dreamed of – There’s nothing easy about losing yourself for the first time; yet somehow, getting lost is the only choice, and having this other there, to help you pick up the pieces, is perhaps a marker of what it actually means to be married.