Reading this, I feel richer: Reading this, I feel richer for breathing the air of a celestial realm where words transcend the terrestrial, and I feel poorer for having been away for too long and nearly missing your crowning achievement: a culmination of everything this series represents.
This supreme homage to beauty is a mind blowing saga: from its astronomical source and its profound sixteen thousand year journey to its embodiment in an Earth angel, blithely aloof to convention and rocking those baggy pants and whimsical socks.
Your poetic craftsmanship and intricate stitching of vast, cosmic concepts with endearing, resonant humanness becomes a superpower in this incredible work.
I’m deeply sorry that I’m so insanely busy that I’ve been neglecting your precious creations. But I’ll try to pop in when I can and indulge in true art and true soul work when I can.
Brightest blessings.
If dreams could sew a world: If dreams could sew a world of laughter, stitched in soft and golden thread, where paws clasp and hearts hum free, I’d rest there, wrapped in joy instead.
No tax on smiles, no hoarded light— just open arms and simple truth: "Lub your brudder, lub your friend," where kindness reigns and love is proof.
Yes, that’s the drake..: Yes, that's the drake, though I don't know if he's still there since this was done six years ago. It does bring to mind a joke, however.
A woman walks into a bar carrying a duck
A drunk at the bar 'Hey, where'd you get the pig?'
'It's not a pig, it's a duck'
'I was talking to the duck'
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Get the drake a hen! Surely: Get the drake a hen! Surely the park's authority have a heart or at least a functional duty of care... or an operations manual that's legally enforceable.
P.S. Is that the image of THE Central Park drake himself?
One additional thought..: One additional thought regarding Sadie Sink receiving a Tony nomination:
I really don't know what to think
About the nomination of Sadie Sink
Should I cry? Should there be tears?
I understand Sadie Sink has been
A fixture in her life for years
Sadie Sink was just installed
And by the way the plumber called
He'll try to see you by next week
To do something about that leak
I understand, so I've been told
Sadie Sink runs hot and cold
Could say some more, I think I'll toss it
Don't want you to think I faucet
Sums up my experience with: Sums up my experience with this manifestation of the establishment and most if not all of its other limbs. And there are those that hail Hydra!
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Drained vessels spill: Drained vessels spill nothing, emptied of what once surged fiercely. The echo of care fades into the distance, and in the hollow, only quiet lingers.
The edges dull as the pulse slows. Here, numbness is a quiet usurper, and the weight of feeling dissipates like smoke into still, unyielding air.