sunrise

On the radio today, an English gentleman was interviewed about a book he wrote regarding coincidences. His theory was that they truly aren't that much of a stretch, although the five minute PBS interview hardly delved into what he based his theory.

i suppose it is less of a coincidence that walking into a local restaurant, KT would be there with her family...it's not as if RI is this expansive state where numerous events occur unaware of one another, much like the murder of someone in a Texas ranch in the upper Northwest corner hardly affects someone in Corpus Christi.

The body of Christ is the sacrament when we go outside our relationship and look to another to save us from ourselves. The ritual of taking another body, to consume, to be consumed. Indulging in one sin to be forgiven of all others.

KT looked beautiful, as a mother and a woman. Her daughter admired the restaurant's fountain ignorant of the fact the two adults that stood by her at one time took each others bodies in sacrament. i examined this becoming toddler for the usual- what parts were her mom's, what parts were her dad's. We spoke in prosaics....what else could be said but pleasantries? I learned awhile ago that some moments in life are to be left as moments, and not made into lifetimes. In the weeks following, i found myself apologizing to her, in my head, and recalling the moments shared eating the body and drinking wine, and for once did not feel the albatross of grief.