I can relate to them all, really. There is that fine line between pleasure and pain, and the stark realization that many times we cause our own pain because we enjoy it. There is a sweet savoring to be had in the deepest of sorrow… I often refer to it as needing to take my head out of my own… :)

I absolutely love how reading — poetry especially — transforms completely, depending on the time and mood I’m in. It’s the relentless seduction for me of words, and their delicate renderings that draws me in, every time.
A recipe, not to be following exactly, but replicated, over and over, into a thousand perfect versions with the same origination…

I digress. Yes, this resonated with me greatly. That last line, ahhh.
This is why we’re here. Spreading, and thinning and bleeding and growing into new understandings as we push out the marrow.