Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

by Aspen Matis

“Cities, like people, have personalities and energies,” Corrina told me. “Different ones will welcome different souls.” Hearing

“I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners,” he explained. “The architects plan everything ahead of time . . . They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed . . . as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows.” I studied this philosophy, rereading it—trying to discern if I was an architect or a gardener, or something foreign to both spheres.

The cure for pain is in the pain. —Rumi

“When we remember to stop struggling, we rediscover we are floating.

Yet I no longer felt a warmth, the relaxed pool of deep trust missing from my heart here.