A Month's Worth: February
Howdy,
It’s spring here. Not a false spring, just straight up spring, trying to find her footing.
This month I’ve been embroidering, writing some poetry, and generally trying to keep my head above water in what might look like dancing, but mainly looks like watching Veronica Mars and occasionally stomaching Traitors. (BUT MAINLY GETTING MY MIND BLOWN BY SEVERANCE.)
Here are the poems I wrote this month:
Lastly,
I wrote an essay in January that has to do with stalking and sexual crimes. It’s the first time I’ve ever really written something about an experience I had with stalking over a decade ago. I’ve sat on it for a month because I felt really unsure of sharing it - I think I still feel I will get in trouble somehow. I will be sending it out after this and there will be a trigger warning, so hopefully you can bypass it if you need to and if you want to sit with it, great - thank you.
Anyway, thaaaat’s all! I would love to hear about artwork you created this month. I feel a bit subdued in general lately. A bit tired, a bit bogged down, a bit, “why does it matter, Elon Musk had his 14th kid, my country’s president is an iceberg that also happens to yell profanities as it hits the ship, the laundry still needs to get done, and maybe art is all a farce.” ya knooooooow? But other than that I’m doing pretty good and would love to hear from you!
Much love and like, he has to die eventually, right?
Bríg
PS. I also made some napkins for the kid! Huzzah.
Oh, Iove everything about this. The poem on beauty? 😲😍 Your daughter telling you no? 👏👏👏👏👏👏 (I mean, I get it, these tiny beings can be viciously direct and devastating little mirrors.)
I'm finding it hard to access joy and creativity at the moment - personal grief and grief and incandescent rage about political/world things are making it hard. But there is also the fierceness born from the rage - I will create, I will dance, I will paint, I will listen to the birds singing in the morning hours and I will live in joy and connection because the future is not yet written and there are so many more of us.
So, yes, I've finished one painting and taken another in a new direction and I wrote about 400 words in a story for the first time since December. And there are starlings building a nest on my balcony.