Tennessee is lived in. Comfortable. Wabi-sabi.
If they knew what wabi-sabi was.
And
in that way, Tennessee is a lot like me. Like my house. Like my life.
Broken in jeans and broken in personality and moments of beauty
surrounded by a lot of hiking to get there.
It's what I'm becoming, Tennessee, if I just let go and let it happen.
Let the crows feet crinkle and put on the hoodie sweatshirt and try to
find a via media, a middle way, between conforming to what I should be and losing myself in what I could be. Tennessee feels right.
I'm not too hard persuaded. I will probably be Tennessee in the end. And Tennessee is perfect.
Nice.
ReplyDeleteThese stately vignettes are SOOOOOO good.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely. And I think as we get older, that wabi-sabi is really the only way to live.
ReplyDeleteI must be Tennessee because I had to look up wabi-sabi.
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