La Vie Quotidienne
The mundane is miraculous.
A series of short single-shot stories and entries.
Laundry days!
the best time to play my favorite groovy music,
roll up the drawstring grey sweat shorts an extra layer, lotion my legs and arms and knees and elbows and collarbones 3 extra times, and dance around the house! singing to the skies about nonsensical truths, let’s revel in the fact that every laundry day is a simple unwinding of a week’s collaborations, agglomerations, and sightseeing, human-experiencing, and soulful singing.
maybe some tears, maybe hidden truths, maybe the small wins and laughter, amounting to the huge miracles that shook us from routine: tumbled away, integrating in the wash that your loving arms reach in to place, to reveal the fresh songs of new canvases, ready for a new space and week
if there is one thing you ever do, please… wake up.
maybe this is a note to me.
dear me,
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I’ve done the entire thing: I’ve played the circles, the self doubts, lived in the corner and found the silver lining. little do I know, I feel, it is all just the beginning. press this button for a reward: the idea you have, the spark to create, to go deeper and you’re unsure where to look in the outside world because there isn’t any of YOU in it!
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does it spark joy?
does it spark joy like spontaneous love
and affection, a coffee date with a good friend who laughs at the same things as you, as trying two new types of coffee and eyes widening like they’ve never bulleted that hard before at this kind of espresso — leading to a spontaneous photoshoot that an hour of getting ready made you feel immensely radiate for?
this kind of joy
or is it the kind of joy, with your toes buried in the sand, wild and salty hair whipping around your shoulders and away from your face as your gaze only has eyes for the electric blue water, the ocean, your electric heart has equilibrium for how in this moment, the immensities of the entire world seems to sit still in the center of your hurt, so grand and perfect that the [ rest of it seems unreal + that this moment seems unreal + that you are so full and aching at the same time, wishing to share this love with someone while feeling fully complete at the same time + your life feels like a movie, a picture, and everything you had ever loved and complained about before, everything you had feared, seems to melt into the unified sunburn of it all: smudged away into the ochre edges of the sun as she fused into the layers of color beyond her: pink, to red, to ocean blue?
your toes are in the cold sand, and the beach is empty albeit several black silhouettes, the colors in the sky starting to fade, but not before they bloom brilliantly : and your feelings can’t help but mirror them, no matter who you hurt or how you were hurting. nature gave you joy: xo. she gave you healing and space and trust.
perhaps it’s the eruption of giggles while watching with previous concern, the dark spot smudged on a triangular nose, water dripping off the damp nose of your dear, beloved cat, who had just spent an entire six hours of the morning in the ER, and who came home stumbling from side to side on his way to his bed, who melted into a furry mass / puddle and sloppily lapped up water — sploshing and spilling from his loose tongue water on either side of the bowl until his little triangle nose was deep in the still river? the joy that welled in your eyes when you looked as he looked up at you and back into them: the understanding that flew between both of you, and you couldn’t help but feel the laughter erupt from somewhere deep within your love and care?
Mellow
the best time to play my favorite groovy music,
roll up the drawstring grey sweat shorts an extra layer, lotion my legs and arms and knees and elbows and collarbones 3 extra times, and dance around the house! singing to the skies about nonsensical truths, let’s revel in the fact that every laundry day is a simple unwinding of a week’s collaborations, agglomerations, and sightseeing, human-experiencing, and soulful singing.
maybe some tears, maybe hidden truths, maybe the small wins and laughter, amounting to the huge miracles that shook us from routine: tumbled away, integrating in the wash that your loving arms reach in to place, to reveal the fresh songs of new canvases, ready for a new space and week
option: cashew vibes.
“there are things I wish I didn’t know. I try my best to let them go.”
one of these things interesting involves making a delicious sandwich. — this one was a frozen banana and peanut butter sandwich, on toasted sprouted whole wheat bread… let’s say the photoshoot was just as fun as eating it after weeks of my first times squatting heavy. (protein from wheat berries? freaking delicious)
so, you wanna start working out? cooking? squatting heavy and stretching? all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.