wind-trimmed

…

As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious

and full of detail; it wants to polish itself; it 

wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in 

the world that can hold, in a mix of power and 

sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas,

ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue. 

…

I was getting a clear perspective on the muddle of times and people I had been living with, a whirlwind of many deep joys and sorrows, and this was a prolonged mourning for the dead who had remained in the dead zone of my heart, and a long, much longer celebration of those still alive who fired my blood and swelled my surviving heart. And there was nothing bad and nothing odd about the fact that my heart had broken from so much use.