It is only when we stop insisting that the clown be just one thing that he is free to become the multiplicity of being that he really is.
Pagans like to say, “What is remembered, lives.” Memory is re-membering, the act of giving life to the past through rituals of witness.
“It’s funny how family can bring you back to yourself because they know you so well and for so long, they treat you as if you were always just the same…”
Since Terry Pratchett died in March, a part of me has become really, really angry. Another part of me can’t stop praying…