Observations in acts of love
At a loss for words.
--
When you are struggling
in your
writing (art)
it usually means
you are hearing one thing
but
writing (creating) another.
- honest | risk
(nayyirah waheed)
--
He is a kind man. He puts his days and hands and time into my garden, and is creating a self-watering system where a vertical garden can grow. Thinking, drilling, figuring things out. This commitment of affection has a mysterious source. We are not kin, we have barely had ten hours of conversation together in total. But maybe it is through his expansive way of loving. He loves like my mother. Through material things. The rainbow element. Do you have food in your stomach? A roof over your head? Are you okay at work? Is your water heater working? Things that can be held in the hand, that can be solved somehow through some kind of extended action.
What does this require? A kind of imagining of the basic needs of the self onto the others. The materiality of life. A generosity of time and attention that is translated into active hands. Beyond words.
There is more to be said, but tonight words are struggling to come out. Maybe a pause.
--
When you are struggling
in your
writing (art)
it usually means
you are hearing one thing
but
writing (creating) another.
- honest | risk
(nayyirah waheed)
--
He is a kind man. He puts his days and hands and time into my garden, and is creating a self-watering system where a vertical garden can grow. Thinking, drilling, figuring things out. This commitment of affection has a mysterious source. We are not kin, we have barely had ten hours of conversation together in total. But maybe it is through his expansive way of loving. He loves like my mother. Through material things. The rainbow element. Do you have food in your stomach? A roof over your head? Are you okay at work? Is your water heater working? Things that can be held in the hand, that can be solved somehow through some kind of extended action.
What does this require? A kind of imagining of the basic needs of the self onto the others. The materiality of life. A generosity of time and attention that is translated into active hands. Beyond words.
There is more to be said, but tonight words are struggling to come out. Maybe a pause.