I wish to be speaking to someone in particular, through this echo chamber void. I think about these people, the ones who name their first album, "Please Please Me." And it sparks it. It. That which itches my brain in the way I like, in the way only It can. Something something esoteric. Something something mysterious and something something human. So deeply so.
Struck up a conversation w an older gentleman who was walking in the same general direction as me and my husband last week and when we were parting ways he said we should visit him and his wife in Switzerland sometime, that “it is a very small country but your minds are big enough to make that part of the world widen for you” and I have not stopped thinking abt how what he said was as complimentary as it was poetic but also how he gave us no way to get in touch w him, which has just sort of added to the magnetism of our encounter…
Cooking is alchemy. Singing and dancing are prayers. Speaking is casting spells. Silence is the sound of listening. Going to sleep is going to awake. Taking a shower is a ritual of cleansing. Drawing is animating imagination. Completing tasks is completing quests. All is divine.
In a world that often tells us to suppress our emotions, it's essential to remember that feelings are not obstacles to overcome but gateways to deeper understanding and healing. This insight invites us to embrace our emotional experiences, to sit with them, learn from them, and allow them to guide us toward a more profound healing journey.