Song-Goby by Kaki King one of my sketches. "Dear Prudence, open up your eyes." "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
I was thinking today about tears, how they are so beautiful because they are something that we as humans can't control and they represent something that is so universal. They are so free and wild and can come on at any given moment, and we can do nothing to stop them. They are something that is understood in every language and in every culture. Tears are truly beautiful. I wish I could collect them. But then again, that is another thing that makes them so beautiful; they stream out of our eyes one second and fall to the ground or dissolve on our lips the next second. Blood is like that too. It flows through all of us, keeps us alive, makes us blush when we are embarrassed or in love, gives us warmth, gives us life. Life is beautiful in that way. Blood and tears are something we all have in common. Sometimes I think we forget that. Sometimes we let cultural differences or language become a barrier and an excuse for not relating to others. Life is so delicate and so beautiful.
Hey girl, I was just looking through your blog,its so beautiful and so personal too, I enjoy reading the things you write, here is a passage from my Secrets of the Talking Jaguar book, this paragraph is about tears.
One of our passengers, a copper-faced Mazatec woman with a handsome gabacha (apron), began to weep and wail, as she had recognized a relative amongst the dead. Though she flung herself at the bus door to leave, the bus driver refused to release her to the pandemonium and confusion of the crowd. Eventually several other woman and a handsome old Ladino took her into their arms as she flailed and convulsed, weeping and slobbering onto the floor, infected by the weighty force of her heartfelt grief and hopelessness. She tried to fight herself back to the earth where her tears would feed life and the ground could eat her pain, as is only right, for real human beings must do this or be ill for not doing so.
Wow that is a great quote. I just saw this comment. I am sorry I did not respond sooner. I really love the part about "how the ground could eat her pain, as is only right, for real human beings do this or be ill for not doing so." That is so true and so beautiful. Thanks for reading the blog. It means a lot! <3
Hey girl,
ReplyDeleteI was just looking through your blog,its so beautiful and so personal too, I enjoy reading the things you write, here is a passage from my Secrets of the Talking Jaguar book, this paragraph is about tears.
One of our passengers, a copper-faced Mazatec woman with a handsome gabacha (apron), began to weep and wail, as she had recognized a relative amongst the dead. Though she flung herself at the bus door to leave, the bus driver refused to release her to the pandemonium and confusion of the crowd. Eventually several other woman and a handsome old Ladino took her into their arms as she flailed and convulsed, weeping and slobbering onto the floor, infected by the weighty force of her heartfelt grief and hopelessness. She tried to fight herself back to the earth where her tears would feed life and the ground could eat her pain, as is only right, for real human beings must do this or be ill for not doing so.
Wow that is a great quote. I just saw this comment. I am sorry I did not respond sooner. I really love the part about "how the ground could eat her pain, as is only right, for real human beings do this or be ill for not doing so." That is so true and so beautiful. Thanks for reading the blog. It means a lot! <3
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