there's beauty in the breakdown » twenty nine http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog words and images from the days of my life Thu, 09 Feb 2012 14:48:08 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 twenty nine | year four http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/2011/12/29/twenty-nine-year-four/ http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/2011/12/29/twenty-nine-year-four/#comments Fri, 30 Dec 2011 00:55:33 +0000 heatherdyan http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/?p=3183
twenty-nine [thirty-one days of december]

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she is not waiting. not quite.

it is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her.

she remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark.

it is not a reaping. instead, she will pluck you, gently, like a feather, or a flower for her hair.

(n. gaiman)

]]> http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/2010/12/29/time/feed/ 0 twenty nine | year two http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/2009/12/29/twenty-nine-year-two/ http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/2009/12/29/twenty-nine-year-two/#comments Tue, 29 Dec 2009 22:17:44 +0000 heatherdyan http://www.heatherdyan.com/blog/?p=2044 the days between christmas and new years are always a little strange for me – curiously anticlimactic and yet oddly anticipatory.  everyone seems to breeze through the days at a hurried pace, rushing to get to the new year — there, everything will be shiny and fresh and untouched; there, we can start again, with a spring in our step and a freshly cleansed palate.

and there, we realize, as we have before, that the new year is really just like the old one — that nothing is ever erased or forgotten; that we are the sum of all our days, no matter how important or ordinary.

i have trouble with these in between days — something always feels a bit off, and i’m coming to understand that it’s because i’m expecting something from the new year that i know will never really come.  the slates will not be cleaned, the scores will not be evened, the tables will not be turned.  it’s just another day, really.

so maybe it’s all in the perspective.
sure, it’s just another day, but it’s a day filled with possibility and promise.

every day is a chance to get it right,
a chance to make a difference,
a chance to start again.

there is only one day left,

always starting over:

it is given to us at dawn

and taken away from us at dusk.

(j.p. sartre)

make it count.

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