Nothing like looking at something after it’s gone public!
The sad feels a bit incomplete, but it might be the right kind of incomplete… A space that lets the mind wander… But it might not be. Anyway, an hour after I posted the things an alternative sprang to mind. I’ve quickly sketched it up, afraid if I waited it would disappear or I’d become self conscious. You can read in the lines that I’m a little dizzy, but I promise I’ll go back to eating my soup now (it’s carrot, ginger and coconut… I should have put chilies in).
Anyhow, I’d love to know which on you like better.
And here’s something nice from my favorite vulnerability speaking lady, Brene Brown
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Thanks to donations and pledges made in the last days of the write-a-thon you will be seeing quite a few more things! When I write my full report over at lizargall.com I’ll let you know how many. Brain too tired for now.
You’ve only been in my life for a few months, but you are very special to me.
I’ve been sitting for a while in the hot LA sun trying to figure out what to say.
And describe what you mean to me and why I like you so much.
But when I try to put words and labels on to you they don’t seem to fit. The words are too complicated or cloying or lacking magic.
I thought and struggled some more and I figured something out. Well, actually Ze Frank helped me figure something out.
Dear Things, you don’t carry shame. Shame that slowly steel the stars, creeping up like pollution and city lights. Stars diminishing in number, the weakest lights smothered first, then a narrowing field of the brightest lights, and maybe the smog will take them too.
Things, you don’t carry shame. Sometimes you feel guilt, but that is different. Sometimes guilt can face the risk of turning into shame and presses against you, but it is a puzzling thing to be looked at, to be asked questions, treated firmly and kindly and put down. There is no shame in worry, no shame in vulnerability, just an open, natural questioning. For you, shame is not a natural piece of star stealing virtue. Even shame is something you look at without shame.
You are curious and kind. You are what I aspire to be.
Wrote the heart of this when I was in LA, sitting on my suitcase while waiting for a store to open. This is the post by Ze Frank that inspired me.
The Things are pretty good at vulnerability and yesterday I wrote a letter to them. Ze’s lovely song of acceptance has earwormed me thoroughly and last night the Things and I made this:
