trust and chaos and love and glow and food and dirt and poop and babiessss, yes, babies.
Why isn't life just love?
Why do we decide to make "purpose" for ourselves if we're already here living it? I just want to hug the world, sit with it, play with it.
I don't feel like being dark any more, just light, and open.
And I want babies, and lovers and dancers of dirt, and a home that will grow old with me and then hold my bones.
I will never make my children get group pictures taken at Sears, ever.
They will be as dirty as they want to be, and they will like lettuce and food that is brown, yeah, brown as pooh, and lumpy.
andandand....
My mother told me that when she was 21 years old her plan was to have five daughters and name them all after flowers, and two sons who would be named by their father. They would live on a farm and wear long flower dresses, trousers with suspenders, boots and bonnets. The boys would farm, the girls cook and clean and garden. This was her plan.
I don't want Facebook anymore, I will delete it soon.
Why do we decide to make "purpose" for ourselves if we're already here living it? I just want to hug the world, sit with it, play with it.
I don't feel like being dark any more, just light, and open.
And I want babies, and lovers and dancers of dirt, and a home that will grow old with me and then hold my bones.
I will never make my children get group pictures taken at Sears, ever.
They will be as dirty as they want to be, and they will like lettuce and food that is brown, yeah, brown as pooh, and lumpy.
andandand....
My mother told me that when she was 21 years old her plan was to have five daughters and name them all after flowers, and two sons who would be named by their father. They would live on a farm and wear long flower dresses, trousers with suspenders, boots and bonnets. The boys would farm, the girls cook and clean and garden. This was her plan.
I don't want Facebook anymore, I will delete it soon.