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September 27, 2014
![[Image description: A pale hand holding a shiny ball of blue lapis lazuli. Included over it in italic letters is the E. E. Cummings quote, “may came home with a smooth round stone / as small as a world and as large as alone.” The letters are italic and pale blue over a translucent brown background. There is part of a crocheted blanket in the background too, yellow and brown. The border is dark blue.]
I don’t know why this quote resonates with me so much, but it does. I’ve even made part of it into my blog (sub)title for this blog, that’s how strongly it feels like it fits me. This is exactly my relationship with rocks.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
It’s words like that, that resonate so strongly with my experience of the world, without even trying. I know that E. E. Cummings did not have someone like me in mind when he wrote the poem. Someone for whom rocks tell me I’m alive, they tell me I have a place in the world, they tell me that if they ever took on human form they would be disabled like me because nature is full of disability. Rocks kept me sane when I was in all other ways going crazy, living alone, malnourished, unsanitary, rocks in the redwood forest told me there was always going to be a place in the world for me and that I didn’t have to find it among human society.
Anyway, here’s the full poem: Maggie and Millie and Molly and May.](http://41.media.tumblr.com/313af325a65173e9fa8b4cad35179f3a/tumblr_nck96cgNFr1qdmvbuo1_500.jpg)
[Image description: A pale hand holding a shiny ball of blue lapis lazuli. Included over it in italic letters is the E. E. Cummings quote, “may came home with a smooth round stone / as small as a world and as large as alone.” The letters are italic and pale blue over a translucent brown background. There is part of a crocheted blanket in the background too, yellow and brown. The border is dark blue.]
I don’t know why this quote resonates with me so much, but it does. I’ve even made part of it into my blog (sub)title for this blog, that’s how strongly it feels like it fits me. This is exactly my relationship with rocks.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
As small as a world and as large as alone.
It’s words like that, that resonate so strongly with my experience of the world, without even trying. I know that E. E. Cummings did not have someone like me in mind when he wrote the poem. Someone for whom rocks tell me I’m alive, they tell me I have a place in the world, they tell me that if they ever took on human form they would be disabled like me because nature is full of disability. Rocks kept me sane when I was in all other ways going crazy, living alone, malnourished, unsanitary, rocks in the redwood forest told me there was always going to be a place in the world for me and that I didn’t have to find it among human society.
Anyway, here’s the full poem: Maggie and Millie and Molly and May.
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