Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at dusk, was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.
The Japanese have a word - aware - which, in my understanding is, again, that full range - both the joy and the sorrow of our life. One does not exist without the other. And I really feel that.
The pain that we feel when we are making love with someone is that we know it will end. It's that paradoxical response of joy and suffering.
I think I must be worried all the time - maybe that is the other side of joy, you know, holding that line of the full range of emotions.
