O jesus, this fucking day. Remember all that stuff I said this morning about fighting for it? Well, equally important is sometimes to just throw your hands up, ring the mercy bell, hail the dark heaven then let yourself crumble to pieces beneath, or with, the falling sky.
I LOVE GENIUS's and here are a few. The first saved my ass today because for real when I came in to the office I had this mean woman waiting for me she is bitter and hard-hearted and has yelled or gotten not just a bit bitchy but rude and challenging with me not once but twice on the phone while I'm here trying to do her son a favor by bending some rules to help this kid from the ruin that his life could be for the next several years. And she has me going, and hot as hell before we're even to my cubicle. And what the fuck why do I work in a cubicle in the first place for rude assholes like you!?!? And then it happens I drop hard as hell like how it happens to me sometimes straight flipswitch I will kill a bitch and I cant even see straight the adrenaline and blood is coursing so hard behind my eyes and I have to go Brookes' cubicle I am shaking so hard almost choking on my tongue and he sits me down and doesn't say anything because he doesnt have to because he knows there is nothing at all that can be said I just have to wait it out. And that is it the rest of the day just starts and goes on from there but of course I have students testing and interviewing and counseling with me--with me!? Crazy as hell as I am and they are counseling with me and I remember my job is to serve to lift them up to make at least this little bit of an hour or two of their time a bright spot in their day so at least I am laughing again and able to laugh at me and take it all in stride. But the day has been marked and by the time my last appoitment walks in at 5:45 I want nothing more to do with it so I blog roll, and I want you, dear reader, to stop by and get to know the life and times of Carrot Quinn she is one of the only mythmakers I've found out there on the blogospere crafting her life sure as she is crafting, a day at a time, her song. God she can write. They are long posts I only check in on when I have the time to give to them and attention for the soul craft she is sharing and so today, she saved my life. Or made it at least the triumph that I ache and crave for it to be.
There is this other grl blogger called Davka and today she claimed she cant write shit which is funny cuz this girl doesn't ride the pain of life but blends in as one with it and so transmutes it breath in to fire in to action on the page so it springs up in to and makes your heart leap then hurt then say, oooh, whoah~Which to be able to do that Shaman-style even just once is a gift and a grace but to be able to call that your gift. Well. Her even being out there in the world does my heart well.
Read them, please.
Finally. This guy emailed me today he's walking around Easton with a bag full of books and notebooks that all are also on my about me list on my profile. He is a writer here in Easton, evidently there are more of us than just me and him and the winter is here and this is when we take our power off to our sneaky haunts the funny creaks and lofts of our hearts where, if we are true to what lie there, the periphery the nebuli the slanted changing edge around things, changes. Changes, changes is changing, we the Artists, Who have that power.
So we subsume....
2 comments:
Thank you! Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou! Your feedback and shoutout is so validating and wonderful, and makes it all come full circle. I am supporting you and you are supporting me and I am supporting you... and we will hold each other up at least a little bit, even on the internet, even between strangers! And that, I think, is a sort of modern magic. So thank you.
-carrot
o i so agree and absoloutely, thank you. and your happiness shines me thru and thru!
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