Shit MuthaFucka, MuthaFucka Damn Damn

One of those days where everything seems to be going wrong:  "It's okay." "Breathe."

All of that shit.

At times, days like today are almost funny.  You get to a point where you are tempting the day:  "One more thing and I swear to God I'm going to start screaming and crying and punching strangers in the face!"

But of course you won't.

And of course one more thing happens, just to see if you'll make good on your threat.

Another failure, of sorts.

Instead, I'll just be celebrating the Loser's Victory over here in the center of the city:

Looking hassled and slightly insane, hair askew and wearing an expression on my face that no one could read even if they tried.  It's that expression of total stone that happens when three thousand tears are just under the surface.  Not tears of depression or sadness, just tears of pure frustration and exhaustion of being harassed by some unseen force.

A pause while I smooth my hair, straighten my DUNCE cap, throw my shoulders back and just

keep

on

fucking

going.


be well; be loved,

k.

(title: Part of a song we used to sing on the playground growing up. If you ever want to hear me sing it, just ask. It's horrible and great.)

It's Just a Matter of Knowing When to Say No or Yes: Somebody's Love, Another One's Daughter

Good morning. It is one.

I've been up since about 6:30 this morning enjoying the view of the sky. Spring is here and, with it, comes the light that has been hidden all winter.

You know how there are there points in your life where you know that it is a proverbial "new chapter"?  This is one of them.

It feels so good.

In being matched, challenged and encouraged,

the possibilities are endless.



be well; be loved,

k.

(title: Before the colon it is a lyric from the Fugazi song I have been listening to all morning.  You can listen to it along with me, here. After the colon is a lyric from the song Conrad by Jets to Brazil)
(image: L’Esprit du Large via m-as-tu-vu tumblr)

The Blue Glow of Televisions; The Blue Reflection of Hotel Swimming Pool Rooms

Last night I went to a lecture, then to a show.

Both made me think about the value of art vs the value that is shown for art in this culture at this point in history.

It is beautiful to see and know and be people who are making and expressing things, unapologetically. 

We all slide back and forth in our ability to feel value in what we create, or if we should be, but, on a good day- or evening- we know that art matters and that our voice and visions are important.

Find time to create something that lets your ideas and visions and hope and demons and angels spread themselves upon the world.

It is what will play a part in making it worth being in

and

in changing it.




be well; be loved,

k.

(image via crowbones tumblr )