{One of those days}

Somedays, 
I am the flower 
Somedays, 
I am the rain 
-pavana

{Thanks Given}

“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.” ― Wendell Berry

I'm feeling you Wendell and I hope you are right!

{Devil's Daughter}

There are days my pain is so elaborate... that the salt of my tears tastes not of my own but like that of my ancestors- and the woman who dealt with the sorrow before me. -Segovia Amil Oh this poem just really spoke to me today. This year I've felt the collective energy of people and I suspect it is because, being an election year, there was anxiety about change. The last two months it's like walking through fire. The air, not just with the change of the season, feels crisper. The pressure changes bind tighter. If all we are is energy, this ball of energy is tired. Very tired. And now, with winter, cold.

{Today and Yesterday}

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. Gloria Steinem

This is what I remember. In college I saw Gloria Steinem speak. It by far was one of the most monumental experiences of my life. This woman is my heroine. There was a heckler in the audience and she handled him with such grace. I continued to just fixate and soak in every word she said. At the end of the lecture I approached her. Shaking, I spit out something along the lines of "I love you, you are amazing, blah blah ," She looked at me and smiled. Gave a polite thank you. Just wow. Now more than ever, I think of pulling out her books and re-reading her inspiring message. To dream. To plan.