With backup balloons and blue portals.
Obvs.
The mind, Child.
...April, June, and November.
That is, of course, only if time is relevant at all.
When in a place like this...let's be real...it's not.
Concurrently --> Claustrophobic + Comforting
I'll keep it going.
Said the the girl about her blog: "Beginnings" and "Ends".
Said imperialism about colonization: "Thanks" and "Giving".
Haggard Cat don't give a shit about self-actualization or world domination.
Chew on that with your cranberry sauce and gizzards.
Somewhere that is no longer, CA
Fin.
At what point is self sacrifice necessary? At what point is it foolish?
Need logic be mutually exclusive from and take the back seat to chivalry?
It seems history paints and perpetuates a romantic picture of those who willingly accept defeat, capture, and death when in times of war. Setting the stage for the silent acceptance of small, every day self-sacrifices in the battles that are waged across the generations-long war of attrition between "us" and "them". Whichever us and whichever them may be en vogue at the moment.
Talk about patriarchal conditioning --> men start war, men defeat and starve a city, men demand a humiliating and fatal sacrifice, woman spares their lives, men idolized for their acceptance of "fate", and the kings and conquerors and fools continue their Hundred Years Wars for hundreds of years to come.
And repeat.
Anyone stop to think that maybe the emperor has no sword?
Rodin's Burghers of Calais
Stanford, CA
Today, some decades ago, a girl was born.
Today, some moments right now, a girl is born.
Both have my heart.
Lençóis, Brazil &
Ulupalakua, Maui
Faces familiar.
Faces foreign.
Food.
Fire.
(Full)(Filled)
Costa Mesa, CA
Los Angeles = (Mayhem)(Creativity)²
6th Street, CA
Somehow,
As if the road speaks.
As if the pavement will reveal to me,
which direction I have already chosen.
Big Sur, CA
I see myself.
SF, CA
Es cierto que yo soy cerebral pero al final estoy dominado por el corazón.
Whether I like it or not.
Calistoga, CA
"I am an echo racing to keep ahead itself."
Calistoga Springs, CA
Hearts feel.
Minds filter.
Both serve.
Straight from the furnace, the flame burns hot and wildly indiscriminate. A thoughtlessness perceived as "true love".
Transformed and interpreted, the flame feels cooler yet deeply considerate. A thoughtfulness perceived as distance.
The former sparks passion...
and war in those predisposed.
The latter sparks harmony...
and insecurities in those predisposed.
Data; zeroes, and ones -- though a universal language -- are lost in translation, if ever heard at all, when transposed on the commonly accepted language of romantic love in a world addicted to polarities, attachment, and fear of loss.
Russian River, CA
When life's raging red river takes another sharp and wild turn, landing her back where she began -- except not where she began -- she recognizes yet again that she has just herself.
No, not "just" herself.
She has all of herself.
Which for her is an entire cast of characters unto themselves.
One of which has cold feet...always, one of which wants burning coals to race across just to glean some warmth, one of which wants boots for walking (cause that's just what they'll do) and in an inverse Hans Christian Andersen twist, another one who will surely turn it all in for a mermaid tail someday soon.
But she will keep her voice.
It is no longer a commodity.
No magician, no sea witch, and no prince-in-distress will take that from her.
The only blood dripping on her feet so that she may break the spell and return to her home under the sea will not be from slaying the foolish, misguided, and naïve young royal but rather from her own temple Queendom. An endless source of magic.
From sea to sky on her own terms now.
Between worlds, CA
Red.
And then there was one.
For three months of doing "nothing",
everything has happened.
Three months since I left the island with the word "surrender" on my tongue, swirling through my entire being.
Three months and I am now the subject of the new and improved ultimate game of surrender. (What's with me and three?)
Loss of "control" more than ever before.
Ego-self dissolving without much resistance allowing space for resurrection of all-self, divine-self as it were.
Exhausting.
Emboldening.
That's the point of surrender, you won't ever know until you let go.
Bonds forged.
Hearts warmed.
Daughter finds a mother.
Mother holds another.
Mendo, CA
Why not?
Fort Bragg, CA
So just go through the motions until all is revealed.
Mendocino, CA
