우와

I was so engrossed watching this Korean rom com that I nearly killed everyone in our house... 

The pasta water boiled over and put out the flame. Only later did I realize and turn off the gas.

And then there is this: BinJin just got married IN REAL LIFE!!

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.

An Obituary To Aspire To...

 

Renay Mandel Corren

10 May 1937 - 11 December 2021

A plus-sized Jewish lady redneck died in El Paso on Saturday.

Something

Rage

All open-mouthed howl

All outward propulsion

All breath and pulse

All untempered cleanse

None of anger's smoldering

corrosive gnaw,

stoppered tension,

weary grind.

You're Welcome

As in the appropriate response to, "Thank you."

You. Are. Welcome. 

Here is space for you and your particulars.

Make yourself at home. 

Metamorphosis

It is helping me to remember natural laws right now. Our universe is a closed system where material cannot ultimately be destroyed or created, only transformed. 

Having helped usher in an era of intense change on the planet, my faith in nature's regenerative powers is central to my resiliency as a person and my capacity to find a measure of peace. 

Because, while I grieve that humanity took a brilliant set up --biodiversity, beauty, and interconnections galore-- and flushed it down the toilet, I am not fundamentally attached to the survival of our species no matter how marvelous we can be (and we can be quite marvelous as Samuel Fosso reminds us). 

I am perfectly happy to be recycled and serve the whole in another form, wondrous and unfathomable, when the world sees fit to transform me once again. 

And, until then, there is a large part of me that just wants to feel good. Which brings me over a tenuous bridge to a show I just binge watched and loved: