Once more, it turned out that
the real world doesn’t exist, to the immense
relief of antiquaries. The secret was hidden
somewhere else, not in soldiers’
knapsacks, but in a few notebooks.
I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.
All worthy work is open to interpretations the author did not intend. Art isn’t your pet — it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you.
Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?…If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!
Something in each of us is waiting
to see if we can survive,
severed.”
-Denise Levertov, from “Divorcing
Living a Kick-Ass life is all about unfurling your freak flag and hanging it out for the world to see. You own who you are; do all the things that interest you and fill you up with juicy goodness; and you stop doing the stuff that you don’t give a shit about.