i am weary of the estrangement of the world. i am beyond exhausted with all the fakery and false intimacy of the world. corn syrup, nutra sweet, carbless bread, airbrushing, tummy tucking, collagen, and porn. as a species we humans have made ourselves so distant from the life happening all around us--the trees growing and animals being and the shining of the moon. we don't know where our food comes from, what went into it, what happened to it in its life. we don't know how to REALLY survive. some of us don't even know ourselves. we self medicate with drugs, alcohol, shopping, sex, tv, books, work--whatever it is. it makes me sad. it makes me heavy and tired. there's always something to DO! something better to BE! something more to HAVE!
my prayer for the world today is that everyone breathe, find the very moment you are in and feel it--whether it is pleasure or pain, energy or lethargy. keen if you need to, or laugh, or be still and let the air of the world wash over you. find the moment and be it. LIVE in each moment, THE moment.
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an excerpt from a work-in-progress
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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