hardened by the sun
Weather, not a
discussion of the cold.
Eyes drawn to the sidelines
as my own life slides by;
The homeless smoking out of plastic bags
At least they are in company.
So many people (small, rich, poor)
I recognized those
Summer Camps Counselors
immediately by the strings
around their wrists~
A symbol of exclusiveness
Not Abercrombie & Fitch,
but of dirt, messy hands,
and big hearts!
(SF at 6 am)
Meaning and morality of one’s life come from within oneself.
Healthy, strong individuals seek self expansion by experimenting
and by living dangerously. Life consists of an infinite number of
possibilities and the healthy person explores as many of them as
possible… the good life is ever changing, challenging, devoid of
regret, intense, creative and risky.
I like that feeling when you’re making art, that you’re taking the energy out of your body and putting it into a physical object. I like things that are labor-intensive: you make a little thing and another little thing and another little thing, and eventually you see a possibility.
“How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won’t talk to rednecks, or if they’re rednecks won’t talk to intellectuals, people who’re afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacklet humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar’s Hell. Some folks hide, and some folk’s seek, and seeking, when it’s mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren’t afraid to look and won’t turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they’ll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth’s sweet gas.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
It is so easy to love women. I find it harder to love men, the socialized version, the ones that have been told to hold their head up high and cover their emotions with strength and perseverance. The ones who look at strong women as their enemy because they aren’t in immediate need of a man’s protection in a big world.