you know by now, I can’t let it all be about a slip of a frippery thing.
life. thread. weaving webs. it isn’t that.
it’s messy and uncertain and driving us forward. towards meaning.
slow. melancholy instrumental music in the atelier. suggested and found by different members of the same family.
we are growing. all of us. out. not up. or over hills. meadows, streams.
endurance. that’s what I want.
career. I dislike this word, but I’m learning etymology changes my convictions. Career – from the middle french for road & from latin for vehicle. So a journey. When did we change it to mean office w/staff/training/ and unfortunate ironing?
Today I want a dress of grey shifting to dusky lavender and blue. Changing me to blend with a cool wind and fog. Into mood and sadness. Heartache is a compassionate teacher. Full of depth and wisdom and understanding. Teaching us how to play in pianissimo. Teaching nuance for all the beautiful, ugly, and aloof parts of life.
I’m choosing a career that will teach me how to create a slip of a thing about that.
A career learning to hold myself with open hands.