I’m navigating my own world.
The big and small pieces of it.
Every time I think “aha!”, it’s paired with understanding I still don’t know that much at all.
And that isn’t a depressive thing to say. I like realistic self-evaluation.
mostly.
I made Dora’s food today. Vacuum-sealed packs of meat, organs, garbanzo beans, cauliflower, carrots, and blueberries.
Wiping the meat juices out of the sealer tray periodically with a paper towel. I can move to regular towels now that I have a proper washer and dryer.
Some habits are hard to break.
5 years living in an ambulance where running water was a luxurious scarcity. The electricity is free, but you better have a good spot in the sun! I did a lot of figuring out waiting at the laundry mat.
I’m showing my art publicly for the first time next weekend.
I’m trying to make 3 new pieces this week for a Sunday submission deadline. I haven’t started yet, but there’s a sensation in me that it will all work out anyway.
I dreamed about animals last night.
I found a few cheetah cubs. And they were like chickens, laying on eggs to hatch them. Broody little bastards.
But when the eggs hatched they weren’t chickens or cheetahs. They were marshmallow Peeps.
“What do you think fertilizes the moon, and does it give birth to the earth?” my best friend asks me.
I’m not sure, but I feel like my dream is somehow connected to her question.
Nothing is accidental. Nothing a coincidence.
The universe loves leaving breadcrumb trails. The question is whether you’ll notice them, not whether they’re there.
Wiped ants off the counter with a rag. Cotton gauze, 6 layers deep. Like they used to make baby swaddling clothes out of, or still do if you know to look for them. They’re probably bougie now.
I wouldn’t mind being swaddled in some.