The Perfect Amount Of Dirty

 

When you come across something so well done, it's a delight...

and

Stromae

 I am late, so late, to this fandom. I just found Stromae thanks to late night internet browsing and I almost cried with relief listening to his music.

He meets the moment. He digests multitudes and feeds us back to ourselves as an offering of personal artistic expression.

Rather than eat dinner, Ben and I held a dance party to Alors On Danse in his honor.

 

Women Are Staggering

 

Miscarriages have been coming up all over my radar lately-- in this photo essay, in walks with friends, as voices join an emerging chorus in the mainstream media... 

Given how often pregnancies end in miscarriage, I marvel at the degree to which experimentation is woven into the very fabric of human reproduction. In ways both subtle and profound, a confluence of body and spirit gauges and probes, conceives and reverses, following its own wisdom which in turn reflects the wisdom of the universe as a whole. 

And women, as vessels for the process, bear intimate witness to this hormone-driven unfolding. Women hold this. Women carry this.

What a wonder. What a slow reveal. What a commonplace lunacy. What a tectonic, personal subduction.