i know now
why we’re so fucked up
as a society…
it’s that we don’t get the therapeutic
of mowing our lawns with a reel mower
i’m serious here
as a hand dish washing
line hanging out laundry
i am here to tell you
listen as i preach it
an easy life
is no life at all
work it, people
as the main representative of the church of the reel mower & sole member/candidate of the thunderdome political party….
i do need to start recruiting.
seriously, y’all. i just want someone to praise me…worship me…speak my name with such devotion….
i don’t know if y’all can see it, but i am mowing a little every day around the house to create some yard so the minions don’t have to go in the weeds if they don’t want to.
i am completely ocd about it. i get out there with that fucking mower & i cannot stop. then, when i finally do, every muscle in my body says, “goodnight.”
it’s clearing my head as i clear some lawn.
i really do think we as a society have lost our priorities. someday i will get that church going–get that political party started….
in the meantime, i am feeling fine.
also! i finished the seascapes i was commissioned to do.
in other news, i have been thinking a lot about direction. i feel that my self-portrait series is wrapping itself up. even though i was told to pay no attention to the critique that questioned my writing abilities
(thank you for your support, xxoo), i have been thinking about it. i want a strong narrative to go with my self-portrait series. so i think i am going to go back through all those journals and try to create that narrative. i don’t know if it will end up being more verse than prose or more prose than verse…or a mix of the two.
but it is time to embrace an ending to it…& also a beginning.