Fallbrookisms 15 April 2010

in Poetry

In passing

I pray for your soul every night. Liar.

From a Women’s History Month Poetry Reading

The error is to think we have a soul, as we can have a car or an umbrella. The soul has us. We mustn’t take our life personally.

– By Oriana, from her poem C.G. Jung to Eurydice

Poolside, 65ºF water

Kate: OK, I’m going in, now. Splash! Mama: You know, that’s a form of shock therapy. Kate: I’m feeling better already.

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