Do I look for words, when time would rather I feel and not try to interpret. So I open my heart and in the freedom I take flight on the thermals that will lift and carry me. Waves of endless light. Fragments of dreams dance in endless possibilities and whirl around my head.
So I leave words. I avoid their stagnant translation.
I float I fly, in a world where words have yet to find their form. Only feeling, only heart speaks. A universal chord on which I hum and vibrate, of which I am only one key and all the world creates harmony.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
the Kitchen Sink
I don't know what I am more upset about. The fact that my husband left, or that I cannot tidy my kitchen.
I think its the later, My kitchen. In fact I know its the later. My kitchen is shocking. For the daughter of a Doe School Girl from Aberdeen. .. that is the ultimate insult to my mother. There is no one else around who cares. Truely I don't care. I just feel like I am falling apart and this disintigration of domestic order is a perfect example of it. To the outside world it is all somehow working out. But inside the infastructure is dwindling.
As this weakness becomes apparent. I am aware that change is taking place. Deconstruction is the essential part of the opportunity of recreation.
Previous diatriabes will display that my wits are not exactly about me. I am at a befuddled bottleneck conclusion kinda place. Moving from opposing to revealing places. All helping me to understand how much energy is directed me in the wrong places. Lapping after a retreating shore. I have been distracted and chasing that which is destined to recoil from me. But the tides have halted, and the jib altered. I have followed this delta of influence for too long. A new destination is in sight.
I think its the later, My kitchen. In fact I know its the later. My kitchen is shocking. For the daughter of a Doe School Girl from Aberdeen. .. that is the ultimate insult to my mother. There is no one else around who cares. Truely I don't care. I just feel like I am falling apart and this disintigration of domestic order is a perfect example of it. To the outside world it is all somehow working out. But inside the infastructure is dwindling.
As this weakness becomes apparent. I am aware that change is taking place. Deconstruction is the essential part of the opportunity of recreation.
Previous diatriabes will display that my wits are not exactly about me. I am at a befuddled bottleneck conclusion kinda place. Moving from opposing to revealing places. All helping me to understand how much energy is directed me in the wrong places. Lapping after a retreating shore. I have been distracted and chasing that which is destined to recoil from me. But the tides have halted, and the jib altered. I have followed this delta of influence for too long. A new destination is in sight.
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