Fly.
Over their symbolic violence
Over the distance between blessings
Over projections and misplaced anger
Fly.
They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
I say if the hand that feeds you hurts you, bite hard until they let go.
(Also, we are not dogs.)
Fly.
(Home)
May you fly in the direction of your fondest dreams, dear reader.
I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…
Yesterday, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
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“has materiality and thus dimension” The randomly-chosen word of the day is world from Stand Still Like the Hummingbird by Henry Miller. I’m going to offer the entire paragraph that it came from because it’s so fantastic. It will serve nicely as today’s quote: Frankly, if we must play with this idea of saving the…
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“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…