“Early bird gets the worm. But the worm eats the early bird from inside. Slithering out to the sidewalk to melt beneath the sun.”
Source: Welcome to the Idiot Box: Stories, Essays, Self-Help Wisdom
“Sometimes you stay in a budget motel/cabin/hotel to save money, sometimes they’re the only thing available. If you find yourself in a room with questionable bedding and towels with nowhere else to go, fear not!
Whether I pack my camping gear or not, I always travel with a bamboo sleeping sack (sometimes called a “sleeping bag liner”). It packs up to the size of a Chipotle burrito and protects you from scratchy sheets (among other hazards). Bamboo is one of the most comfortable fibers on the market, and is hypoallergenic, antimicrobial and antibacterial.”
Source: Hit The Road: A Woman's Guide to Solo Motorcycle Touring
“I awoke from this nightmare into a freezing cold motel room: the heater had broken at some point during the night, and the fan was now blowing icy air into the room.
At first I tried to keep warm under the crappy motel bedspread by thinking about the man I loved. At the time he was traveling in Europe, and was thus unreachable. I didn't know it yet, but as I lay there, he was traveling with another woman. Does it matter now? I tried hard to feel his body wrapped tightly around mine.
Next I tried to imagine everyone I had ever loved, and everyone who had ever loved me, wrapped around me. I tried to feel that I was the composite of all these people, instead of alone in a shitty motel room with a broken heater somewhere outside of Detroit, a few miles from where Jane's body was dumped thirty-six years ago on a March night just like this one.
'Need each other as much as you can bear,' writes Eileen Myles. 'Everywhere you go in the world.'
I felt the wild need for any or all of these people that night. Lying there alone, I began to feel - perhaps even to know - that I did not exist apart from their love and need of me.
Of this latter I felt less sure, but it seemed possible, if the equation worked both ways.
Falling asleep I thought, 'Maybe this, for me, is the hand of God.”
Source: The Red Parts
“I once read a story by this guy named Harlan Ellison ending: That night it rained, everywhere in the known universe. I was never too sure what the ending meant in terms of Ellison's story, but anyone who sits alone in a motel room for hours, watching the rain wash the world away, begins to understand. Knows what it feels like.”
Source: Death Will Have Your Eyes
“Love that meets at the level of soul does not count the years;
it writes them into eternity with every shared breath.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature
“In a lovemance, two hearts do not merely meet;
they remember the promise they made before birth.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature
“A lovemance is not bound by endings;
it keeps unfolding wherever the soul keeps growing.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature
“When love is written in starlight,
distance becomes only another way to stay near.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature
“A true lovemance teaches that union is not possession
but the fearless sharing of infinite inner worlds.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature
“A true Lovemance is the echo of two hearts that meet beyond time, where the soul keeps its vow long after words fall silent.”
Source: Lovemance: A Manifesto of Transformative Love and Spiritual Feminist Literature