That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.” ― Gustave Flaubert
“I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
(contextualized)
Any ol' chicken can learn how to preen and cluck -
after all, it's what they're meant to do.
Any one person can learn steps to a dance and, in the process, become a fancy dancer.
Swimming upstream, however, requires valiant effort.
Most choose to run circles, chasing their tails, head over feet, careening wildly on this hamster wheel of life. Meanwhile, she sits up in Grandmother Ficus, perched in meditative reflection on a wide branch, her legs dangling toward the Earth.
She knows why she has come here, now.
It's been three years, since she left and when she first declared her commitment. Her Power is almost back. And, he is reclaiming his too, in his playing the knight in shining armor to his southern love. They're to be married next month. She reflects on her choice - the sacrifice she may bee making for what she feels is our greatest good. She bears witness to their collective healing. In her eyes, Brad Pitt wasn't sexy until he claimed Angie - providing a safe container for her as well as her grand vision and demonstrative action for world peace.
"I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will take me for myself,
And if I find my hard headed woman,
I won't need nobody else, no, no, no.
I'm looking for a hard headed woman,
One who will make me do my best,
And if I find my hard headed woman
I know the rest of my life will be blessed -- yes, yes, yes.
I know a lot of fancy dancers,
People who can glide you on a floor,
They move so smooth but have no answers.
When you ask "Why'd you come here for?"
"I don't know" "Why?"
I know many fine feathered friends
But their friendliness depends on how you do.
They know many sure fired ways
To find out the one who pays
And how you do..." --Cat Stevens
