I've been shooting my godsister a lot;
it occurred to me recently that she is going away to college very soon (about 5 days now) and I became hyper-nostalgic and started calling her to hang out or see a movie or bake or shop... I'm always impressed by how gracefully she is growing up. It seems always ulcer-inducing (for me) to trust friends and family that are younger than I am to come up against and deal with the things that I did at their age-- adolescence, parties, pot, booze, sex, drama, Burning Man, etc. ...I've never been to Burning Man. But I'd probably saw my nails off imagining my godsister trading knitted headbands for ganja treats or encountering a plastered 58-year-old man wandering around peeing blood and urine all over himself from dehydration-induced kidney failure. Yup. Apparently I'm missing out.
The fuzzy line between trust and skepticism is important. I'll miss my lovely model.
I want to give her this poem. it seems relevant:
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
I'm pretty sure a lot of people know about that poem. I only just came across it in my book the other day and I was blown away by every line. Love that man.