So I’m sitting here this morning, prepping to finally dye my hair again, and avoiding other outside errands because it’s insanely windy outside and I don’t want any part of it. Been thinking a lot lately about ‘light’ and ‘dark’, as so much of my literary and visual art is perceived as very dark and visceral. This naturally turns into contemplating labels and the human need to categorize everyone and everything. While I have struggled with anger and despair for my entire life, I’m also one of the most hopeful, empathetic, and sparkling girlthings you’ll ever meet (not that most of you have ever met me irl). If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here anymore. Period. No one is just one thing, and if they appear that way, they’re either ignoring something or lying. Every thing is multidimensional and a mosaic of love and loss and despair and light and anger and capable of so much more than most of us ever really explore. If you’ve never explored your darkness, maybe you should. If you’ve never explored caring for another with no expectation of reciprocation, maybe you should. 🤷🏻♀️ After all, we know ourselves more intimately through the mirror of the ‘Other’. I leave you with a quote from the magnificent creation that is Cloud Atlas: “I wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.” 💜💜💜 #cloudatlas #iatheet #separationisanillusion #healpolarity #writersofinstagram #mentalhealth #knowthyself #nosceteipsum #illusionofpolarity #hybridjunk #theribcagetheatre https://www.instagram.com/p/B5YPsE1npFb/?igshid=1fxisvmywyvb0
