It’s funny “haha” and funny “hmm” to me how often I’ve swung between dogged determination and complete surrender.
I am the original member of @baumwerkj’s Order of the Dung Beetle before it had a name, back when @heure_bleue__ initiated me as such. I am also constantly broken open and made a vessel of things I did not choose but became available for. Pisces season seems to come around every year to mark some new striving after a vision; sometimes it turns out to be a mirage, other times it is transfigured into a brighter image of the truth. I used to be embarrassed by the trail of skin I’d leave behind me after every transformation; now I see it as part of my reason for being here: a walking talking alchemical dialectic, metabolizing what I think in order to manifest what I’m to know, again and again.
Lent is just around the corner. I don’t yet have a fixed idea of what I’m going to do, but I know the vibe: more dying, more rebirth. Amen.
“Please don’t dress in black
When you’re at his wake
Don’t go there to mourn
But to celebrate.”
(Type O Negative)
“There’s the scarlet thread … running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.”
The original quote is about murder, but there are other red threads beneath the surface.
Assorted #Seattle scenes from the past year.