I wanted to put a picture of Omar and Edvin here the two orange brother boy cats who have ruined many plants and broken many objects but are sleeping angelically on the bed at the moment because they save me. The suicide season is upon us and I'm SO GLAD you are alive to write and read and breathe. It is far away more brave to tell the truth and you do. You always do. XX
I hope I'm not presumptuous when I say (about the writing) -- this is the way to do it. This structure! This line: "summer undulated my hair a blond tangle of sweat my feet were buried in hot asphalt the heat rose up through my body like a kundalini picnic all set about with fever trees..." I know for sure that love found you somehow or maybe you were love itself --
Thank you Elizabeth. Not presumptuous at all. I’ve always loved writing prose poems they feel faster to me more fluid. Line breaks feel like speed bumps to me these days. I found love and indeed love found me but in the end I learned to love myself finally (The Beatles said it best…And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.) XORebecca
Dear heart of thick hard brave fierce fragrant wood. Dear bright red sliver of fire steel. Dear sapling. Dear Jack of a thousand streams rushing into all the corners. Dear woman dear girl dear most fantastic embryo. Dear you and you and you divine❤️ Whatever passes for goodness and truth settled down in your brain, put down roots. Dear keeper of flames dear razzmatazz you are loved you are safe you are loved.
Dearest Rebecca, sometimes this kind of response to my work kind of scares me because I’m never sure I can keep up with your admiration. Not tonight though. Tonight I’m so glad you’re here. I need all the woman support I can get tonight. It was frightening for me to wade into these waters. Love Rebecca the Lesser who is glad you’re here
How is it that you are still alive/still writing/still making music/still caring/still loving/still walking upright?
I love you so much.
Mary it’s because sometimes I found human angels or human angels found me. The rest is sheer luck. XORebecca
I have met a few of those angels too. But Rebecca- truly you are a miracle. Plus, a really good baker. Plus, you make me laugh.
I wanted to put a picture of Omar and Edvin here the two orange brother boy cats who have ruined many plants and broken many objects but are sleeping angelically on the bed at the moment because they save me. The suicide season is upon us and I'm SO GLAD you are alive to write and read and breathe. It is far away more brave to tell the truth and you do. You always do. XX
I hope I'm not presumptuous when I say (about the writing) -- this is the way to do it. This structure! This line: "summer undulated my hair a blond tangle of sweat my feet were buried in hot asphalt the heat rose up through my body like a kundalini picnic all set about with fever trees..." I know for sure that love found you somehow or maybe you were love itself --
Thank you Elizabeth. Not presumptuous at all. I’ve always loved writing prose poems they feel faster to me more fluid. Line breaks feel like speed bumps to me these days. I found love and indeed love found me but in the end I learned to love myself finally (The Beatles said it best…And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.) XORebecca
Dear heart of thick hard brave fierce fragrant wood. Dear bright red sliver of fire steel. Dear sapling. Dear Jack of a thousand streams rushing into all the corners. Dear woman dear girl dear most fantastic embryo. Dear you and you and you divine❤️ Whatever passes for goodness and truth settled down in your brain, put down roots. Dear keeper of flames dear razzmatazz you are loved you are safe you are loved.
Dearest Rebecca, sometimes this kind of response to my work kind of scares me because I’m never sure I can keep up with your admiration. Not tonight though. Tonight I’m so glad you’re here. I need all the woman support I can get tonight. It was frightening for me to wade into these waters. Love Rebecca the Lesser who is glad you’re here
I am glad I'm here, too. And you are so brave and hard and gentle and fierce. You are a sapling bending in the gale wind.
I love what Mary said. Brave, brave woman. Angela’s art is perfect for your words. Sending so much love.
Xoxo
Thank you darling Barbara. You and Mary are both my angels. I’m so grateful for Barbara that you’re still here reading. XORebecca