Fever Ray* is playing loudly in the other room (the bathroom, technically, so that all audience members may enjoy it). A copy of Morrissey's autobiography, a gift from a thoughtful boy, sits on the end of my deep blue comforter, his iconic tipped chin taunting me to pick it up.
Things are beautiful and blooming slowly as they should be. I picture a rose opening, slowed to a speed that would require a full year to reveal it's glory. Simultaneously, and quite in contrast to what I am experiencing, I keep thinking of Wilde's story of The Nightingale and the Rose. If you've never read it, and have a slow day today because of the holiday, check it out. It's brief, beautiful, horrible, and has something to accept or reject within it. Give it a read.
(pause)
Here's the deal, folks:
When you want something, go get it. However it can happen, and especially if it requires some lovingly sneaky and/or diy tactics.
I can never express the power of simply being around people who treat you like the kingqueen (Yes, the combination of the two words: Minus the connotation of empire; plus all of the connotation of luxurious costumery) that you are.
be well; be loved
k.
*****
*=Fever Ray is the solo project of the woman from The Knife. I've been into it again, lately. Here's the track that just finished- although all of it is pleasing. Fever Ray-Triangle Walks
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