Ursula K. Le Guin, 1929-2018

[rushthatspeaks]

I don't know how to cope with this. I have been trying to brace for this for years and it wasn't possible.

I have a different way, I have a different will,
I have a different word to say,
I am coming back by the road around the side,
by the outside way, from the other direction.

There is a valley, there are no hills around it.
There is a river, it has no banks.
There are people, they have no bodies, dancing by the river in the valley.

I have drunk the water of that river.
I am drunk my life long, my tongue is thick,
and when I dance I stumble and fall over.
When I die I will come back by the outside road
and drink the water of this river and be sober.

There is a valley, high hills around it.
There is a river, willows on its shores.
There are people, their feet are beautiful, dancing by the river in the valley.

-- Always Coming Home

Comments

[batdina]

I'm sitting here in tears.

[sovay]

Love.

[yhlee]

*support support*

[wild_irises]

I cried too. And wrote. (See my journal.)

You'll be okay, because her words are still with us.

[grrlpup]

<3

[(Anonymous)]

Love. I am with you.

Nine

[mrissa]

Yes. Yes, bracing ourselves...I have given up on that, it doesn't help. I have been trying with a few of my closest relations as well as artists I love, and it never works. Never. There's always this.

Hugs. This together.

[larryhammer]

I've been trying to brace myself for a while, too.

(It does not help that this week I read a couple profiles of her I'd had saved in Pocket.)