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Letter 87
Does the whale long for his sea of birth? Does the manatee long for his river of birth? Does the bird long for his tree of birth?
Yes, of course.
But what if the bird's tree of birth has fallen? Would he still long for it?
Yes, more than ever.
But it is not the tree that he longs for most. It is the clarity and exhilaration he felt when his heart first opened and he jumped from the branch for the very first time.
- Gregory Colbert
Ashes and Snow
Letter 351
I had a dream that I stood before the nine hundred and ninety-seven vases of the fallen edens.
I knelt by the first vase and cupped my hands like a spoon. I raised the bitter water to my lips and closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I gazed upon all the edens that had fallen in me. I saw edens that I had held in my hands but had let go, I saw promises I did not keep, pains I did not soothe, wounds I did not heal, tears I did not shed, deaths I did not mourn, prayers I did not answer, lovers I left behind, doors I did not open, doors I did not close, and dreams I did not live. I saw all that was offered that I could not accept. I saw the letters I wished for but never received.
I saw all that could have been but never will be.
from Ashes & Snow
