#morefeelings

[blondeshakes]

The feelings in the previous post actually come and go every other day throughout this experience.

[onceuponawin]

This is what thin privilege looks like. It looks like one person forcing an argument from an objective distance about a moral issue and another person arguing while embedded within a present-tense moment of abuse about their very right to exist in their own body. You can’t tie someone to a chair and hold a knife to their chest and then expect them to form a reasonable argument about why you shouldn’t plunge it in.

http://www.xojane.com/issues/fat-shaming-train-bully

[onceuponawin]

Mary Lambert - Secrets

I recently started this fairly intense personal work around a long-standing problem in my life. Yes, I’m being vague because…well, I’m just not ready to write it down….hence “intense personal work”. I watched this video several times a day for about a week at the beginning of this work. And felt many different feelings.

This also repeats my usual approach to music which, quite frankly, often means not really caring about music but occasionally finding something I like and playing it to death.

Fortunately, I’m still in love with this song.

[suendendermusicalfan]

In love with all the sounds that come out of Pia's mouth before "Sturm der Liebe"

[itothesea]

Writing home, writing back

In a classic twist of fate, I am no longer the girl people write about. Letters, in lieu of poems and stories. Not sure if and how I like this better.

I wrote to my best friend (outside of this circle, we know there’s only one) the other day, just asking him to check in with me about books he’s reading, anger issues (at work), rain & other forms of water, and his overall state.

In my experience, it has always been easier doing the leaving. How is it that I am less “all right” than the one/s I left back home? This is such a precarious situation, leaving half my heart in San Francisco Manila.

In one of the studios I go to here in DC, the pose of the month is upward bow (urdhva dhanurasana). It has always been a favorite of mine but I suppose it serves me best at these times, when my impulse is to cross my arms over my chest in a painful attempt to hold on to a singular sense of self, particularly the one I left in Manila (runon sentence, hello).

In another studio, a teacher told me/us, “You are not your body. It is just your mind telling you that this is what you are.” Similarly, it is just my mind holding on to where I think I should be in order to be happy. “Happiness” is finding that space to be where you are, and being okay with leaving, being left, and constantly finding and being found.

PS—Truthfully, this entry started out with the sole intention of posting this photo of Sticky Fingers bakery, where vegan eats are phenom.

-K

[volunteeractivistnetwork-blog]

More feelings

I want my feelings to feed me, give me shelter and pay my loans.  My feelings aren't expected to do those things but my body is? That doesn't seem fair to my body because I have way more feelings than I do body.  I think its time for my feelings to start doing their fair share for the good of our whole.

[gorkivougan]

Doesn't matter how much you hurt me Doesn't matter if you're just too stupid most of the time Or that you are a coward when the time comes And that I always have to help you when you are in trouble But still... I let you do whatever you want with me You're the one I trust the most My heart