Have You Felt the Spring in Your Step? Curled Up with Coffee and Our Argyle'd Walk Toward the Fall

I'm awake with the weight of toast, avocados and veggie sausage in my stomach.  A side of sliced up banana coins with cinnamon sprinkled upon them. It feels good to have already been up, driven, gone to the store, made breakfast and held a loving person all before 7:30am.

I've been reading a lot lately.  While this comes as no surprise, it has offered variety in topic and kinship in the company that ends up reading the same books. Haphazard and accidental "book clubs" and the desire to connect within this world that is falling apart. It is, after all, the splitting of the earth that brings us together in hopes to mend it, no? Only time will tell.

More input than output these days and, for the most part, this is how I like this heart-run machine to hum.


be well; be loved,

k.

(image: Tal Barel via untrustyou tumblr)

The Beauty of Hands; The Beauty of Hearts

Just before 9am on a Thursday.

This Saturday will be an anniversary. 

Although it is Aries season, the past few months have been that of Taurus. The bull and its silent swagger of loyalty and stubbornness. Protection and patience. Sexuality and intelligence. Gentleness that only a trained eye can recognize beyond its scraping foot.

I feel so lucky.

Loved.

Respected.

Relaxed.



The worlds and dimensions we build are ours. 

I would have it no other way.

(pause)

The other day we played a game. I took out a journal from back when we were first crossing paths- about eight years ago or so. I slid my hand in the book at random and opened it. Upon its page was a mention of her. Strangely and fittingly, the one and only mention of her in all of the pages.

Such things are of magic.  A built magic. A slow, steady, connected magic.

It is not the kind that happens at random. It is not the kind that involves slight of hand.

It is the kind that occurs when our hands are both open and empty- our eyes upon each others.

(pause)

Good things may come to those who wait, but it is those who expect more from the people who love them that will always be lifted to another, necessary, level. The way this love spreads to everyone (friends, neighbors, enemies, strangers) becomes palpable, and it is within this web we are connected and strengthened.

be well, and be loved well,

k.

(image: Guillermo Fornes, Origen. via yvonneconstance tumblr)
 

Conjure, and, The Gutter of Your Pages

This seahorse gets Hedwig.

What's killing me is that it is less than one week from that last post re: Hedwig and, between then and now,  while out of town for work, I met this random queer woman who teaches and produces theatre.  We exchanged numbers and chatted a bit through text as I was trying to get a feel for where she lands on the theatre spectrum. (I'm always going to be political theatre over musical fluff, but recognize 100% the glorious overlap that can and does happen...) We chatted Brecht (YESSSS) and Sondheim (she knows all of him, I only know the obvious three...) and, unrelated,  how Emma Goldman shows up as a character in a lot of plays.

Before I fell asleep, I sent her that same link I posted and said:  

No matter what your feelings are on musical movies and musical musicals, the complexity of this moment and this version of the song will always get to me.

When I woke up, I saw she had responded:

Oh honey. Makes me cry every time I hear it. Saw it on Broadway. Changed my life. This song...oh my heart. (heart and broken heart emoji)

Fuck yes.

It looks like I have a new and beautiful and bad ass friend in my life.  I'm so grateful for how the universe looks out for me and just drops these theatre geniuses into my life (this is not the first nor the last time this will happen- Hi Taigé, David, Sadie, etc... out of nowhere.)  It is deeply appreciated, and I can't even begin to explain how much it matters.

(pause)

In other, unrelated news:

Bibliomancy and the tattoos on the fingers of the woman who told me she has been curious about me for years.

Both make me blush with superstition and knowing.


be well; be loved,

k.

P.S. What's written as the caption in this post by Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez about fear is pretty fucking bomb. You can read it here.  Fear leads us into courage. Sometimes it's not telling us to retreat, it's telling us to leap.  Let's do this.

(image: A seahorse. Look into the connection between seahorses and the trans community and/or why parts of the trans community use a lot of seahorse imagery and you'll totally get why this seahorse gets Hedwig.)