i haven't seen my lady bug again. he probably found an escape route back to the grey forest outside. but on my jog today 3 deer ran with me for a short, startling moment. their white tails up, scared and searching for safe ground. scared of whom? of little ol' me?
i've never been that close to deer before, springing wildly and unsure of direction. for a second i was afraid i was gonna get my ass kicked just like that guy on youtube who tried to box a deer but then they ducked down in to the thick trees and were gone just as quickly as they came.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
Jan 23, 2010
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Have you heard Melanie Safka's song from the sixties, maybe seventies I think. Alexander Beetle.
I had a little beetle
So that beetle was his name
And I called him Alexander
And he answered just the same
And I put him in a matchbox
And I kept him all the day
But nanny let my beetle out
Yes nanny let my beetle out
She went and let my beetle out
And beetle ran away.
Your lady bug reminds me of Alexander. Here one day gone the next.
And then you find some deer. Inspiration comes when you least expect it.
ha! thank you! i hadn't heard this song! it's perfect! inspiration everywhere, indeed!
What an amazing moment running with deer. oh wow. I just found a lady bug in our kitchen and thought of you :)
hee hee!!! they might be the only bug i'm not tempted to squash. i am a total spider squasher though. that statistic about how many spiders the average person swallows every year while sleeping really bugs me out (no pun intended). and it isn't swallowing them that bothers me, it's the fact they're ON MY FACE.
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