minefield of memory

Been thinking a lot about sacred rage. About the kindness of fire. About leaning into grief. I’ve been thinking a lot about everyone I know who knows the feeling of winded grace, and keeps running towards and towards and towards, and never away.

bleeeeeeehhhhpblepblep.“is this actually funny or do we laugh because we love him so much?” i don’t know.

wow. this post 8 years old. today, in 2 hours, it'll be 3 weeks without iggy. missing our butterscotch boy so fucking much. grateful that I've had things like this tumblr since 2008 and tagged pretty much everything. 12 years is a good life and our time together was eventful, but i thought there was still more left to go. there's just so much to sift through, and i've told myself that i can't post about it until i've neatly wrapped it in a bow. i can't process losing him well enough to be concise. maybe that's all there really is to say.