I’m here….
that latest round of colds, flus and colds hit this house hard….
and aside from some morning nausea I am back to “normal”
Politics:
I am so fired up about maintaining my rights; the rights of my nieces and nephews,
that I re-registered so that I could vote in the primary here in the States.
I was registered with a party that would only allow me to vote party line.
I needed to change that.
I am so upset, and frustrated with the casual misogyny, hate speak, fear mongering and general shit talk that I chose to not sit idyll and instead do what I could to make changes.
I normally don’t talk politics and this is as far as I will go…
I am mad as hell and I am not going to take it any longer
Babies:
I have two baby gifts in read to be packed up, as more people are preggers.
I would say I am pretty unfazed by it, but in all honesty, I haven’t been around them while they are blossoming. What I did have a physical reaction to was a casual mention of an impromptu baby shower for a fellow artist…I felt my stomach clench and then race through the monologue of
“I don’t do baby showers, I am happy to send a gift but I am not going to attend”
I decided that, that event has WAY too many triggers for me and so I choose to avoid them….
like the boogie man!
My body:
I stumbled on this project and there is a whole section on fertility, here is one with a statement about the portrait subject:
As mentioned before, I am floating farther away from my sole identity as an infertile woman.
It is bittersweet…but I think a natural progression with age and peace.
I have recently purchased a vintage photograph of a child.
It resonated in me when I saw it.
So I bought it, and when it arrived I matted and framed it and added it to my personal altar.
I allows me to see a manifestation of a child that makes me feel happy.
Like a moment from a daydream captured.
It has settled something in me.
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