on a good day, there is chocolate cake for breakfast. freshly ground coffee and the earth, still wet and plush from the recent rain that the clouds have gifted us. the greens, vibrant with even more green. the jeweled anemones, plucked away from their comrades continue to stand out amongst the green. every day, i bow to them.
on a good day, there are dreams of a dear friend’s pregnant belly as laughter fills an otherwise empty space, hands preparing for ceremony or something. on other days, there are dreams of being held hostage by dictators, escaping but asking can we actually escape? there are waves that come crashing, holding onto a pillar to not get swept away. and grey-weathered skies, signifying a need to take shelter.
when one person seeks escape, we all seek escape. we each grasp our own corner of this great tapestry that yes, ties us all together. as art is made, dreams are had, as people seek solace amongst another’s arms/amongst another’s words/amongst another’s meme. people turn to music, to soil, to tears. remembering these human things that remind us there are other humans seeking the same things.
some of us turn to the sky. what do the planets and stars have to say? we seek answers so as not to dwell on the questions that haunt. we continue to dream of things we wish to create. birthing our pockets of magic and color to add to our corner of the tapestry. we learn to listen. we learn to listen. we are learning how to listen.
we continue to water our plants, to get groceries, brush our teeth, fall in love. we continue to live our lives as we continue to learn how to live these lives. we continue.
we continue to see beauty. amongst the grey, the lilac buds are pregnant with blossoms to be. the ants have found their way in, these little signs of life that let me know i am not alone. they are also seeking sweetness. we bless the water, as water blesses us with each sip we take. the body continues to morph and shift. our bones continue to age. our mouths continue to move. continue to lick. continue to kiss.
we whisper prayers to the wind with hopes that it will carry our silent words to where they need to go. we receive the sun’s kiss on our wanting skin, and we kiss the earth with our feet. each step, an offering of love for holding us always even after death.
there is a soft boundary amongst the lines of shadows. i trace it with my fingertip with a delicateness that gets transferred into tenderness within my own heart. this vital organ that continues to move blood, to pump, to beat. i press hand into chest to listen to with touch this thing that sustains this human life. this thing that supplies the blood to my fingertips to keep my grasp upon my tapestry corner. witnessing the other hands connected to other hearts that do the same. witnessing connection, my eyes bud with tears. the tears, fluttering past my flesh to bless the earth beneath my feet.
on a good day, i am not paralyzed with indecision. on a good day, my eyes are open to the complexities of life. on a good day, i take my needle and thread and weave under and through what it means to be human, what it means to hold this fabric, what it means to sew with mess and grace and uncertainty and silliness. every day, i am taught of the complexities of love. every day i learn of impermanence. every day i seek sweetness. like an ant that has found an oasis of frosting. i continue to be.
hello dear readers, i am so grateful to each of you for opening this electronic love letter and reading these words and witnessing these photos. if you enjoy these irregular offerings, i would so appreciate hearing from you/sharing these posts with folks who you think would also enjoy a splash of rose and thorn. as someone who is still fairly new with sharing my work publicly, word of mouth and sharing is the best way for others to find this corner of the tapestry.
also, i am continuing to offer prints and postcards of my film photographs if you would like to adorn a corner of your home (or gift to another) with a sweet photograph. email me to inquire.
here is a song for all you babes to dance to, eat cake to, clean the floors to, stare at the ceiling to, etc.:
love always,
k.s.a.