Motorcycles, twentysomethings adventuring in NYC in the 70s, erotic discoveries with handsome artists, filmmaking, European misadventures… damn this book was written for me.
Last night I walked out to the beach to watch the eclipse. I had to let go of something, someone, a time past, pain, lack of forgiveness. I had to ask for guidance from the women gone before me, my grandmothers who radiated youth and positivity and joy and who made their art and their love and their families the priority of their lives. I put out my intentions to be the best mother, partner, and friend I can be. I stood naked under the red moon, the sand cold under my feet, and I listened to the roar of the ocean at 3am.
As the shadow covered the moon entirely, my breasts began dripping milk and I knew my baby was awake and searching for me in the bed we share. I walked into the house to his cries and crawled into our bed, cradling him to me. Amongst all the unknowns and the beauty of this life, I am good to him and love him in a way I’ve never loved anyone else before. There are only a few people I’ve truly loved; he is one of them. I love everyone differently because everyone is different, each special person in my life who has taught me anything, who I have hurt and been hurt by, who has enriched my life so deeply, gone but never forgotten, has been unique and loved, some still loved in the deepest places of my heart.
Hello, tumblr. I’ve been busy having a baby! I’m back now.
Until this morning, when you looked out of my bedroom window, you couldn’t see any of those houses. Today all six oak trees in our backyard were cut down; two of them were over one hundred years old. All because they just built two Apodments adjacent to our building and there was concern that the roots would cause issues with the Apodment’s pipes. Apodments are hideous McDorm-style apartments that are going up throughout Seattle. Sometimes I feel like no one gives a shit about aesthetics anymore. Whether it’s what people wear, to how they carry themselves, right down to what we call modern architecture. And even fewer care that we’re destroying what little natural beauty still exists in an urban environment, beauty that we can’t afford to lose.
Childbirth preparation class with Penny Simkin is entertaining. “I’m in my seventies, so I need a hand climbing up onto this table to do my demonstration of pelvic outlet descent…” I’ve studied her work from afar as a doula and midwife assistant/apprentice for the past twelve years. To be one of her students is an experience I didn’t imagine I would ever get to have. (at Center For Birth)