cwc happens on wednesday afternoons. purpose: to persist along with the horrors

hi.

here are some things that are currently keeping me going:

also walks. I went on a walk the other day. drove out to the elfin forest. it’s really nice right now.

my finger appears to have photo-bombed a few of these

I hope you’re doing ok.

I’ve been thinking about artists a lot lately- artists in the broadest sense of the word. I think sometimes we feel like *all factors must be perfect prior to the creation of art* and that is simply not true. I’ve read about actors acting even when they have diagnoses of things that will kill them… we simply have to life while we’re alive. Do the things we love doing while we are able to do them even when, and perhaps especially when, it feels like everything is falling apart.

Do you know what I mean?

Anyway.

♥️

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  1. Sean DeArmond

    I don’t know if you’re interested but here’s a song I wrote recently (the melody’s very Ace of Base); it’s what I turn to to try to keep going.

    If the stars should realign would sailors lose their way at sea?
    And if they scatter does it even matter? ‘cause it means a lot to me
    And if the pyramids come tumbling down would the world have need to cry?
    Or would it even take the time to wave goodbye?

    Here comes the weather

    The river runs the course, to the ocean from the source
    You tumble like a whirlwind through the skies
    But in a sullen twist, a trickle won’t be mist
    It’s but a speckle of an instant when it dries

    If aurora borealis shines its last and it’s forgotten
    Would the breeze stand still and find a hapless villain to attest the murder rotten?
    And if the moon should turn its face away would tides consume the time
    Or have they got the strength to ebb and climb

    There goes the weather

    The river runs the path from the snowstorm to the bath
    Connecting all you touch with tender guise
    But when you’re sunlight kissed, that vapor won’t be missed
    The droplet’s gone the moment that it dies

    The river never slows, it carves the valley where it flows
    Erosion is the beast of eventide
    But when the jagged rocks are gone the music falls away at dawn
    You’re just an echo of the secret that they hide

    1. catharine

      (of course I’m interested!)
      wow. “if the pyramids come tumbling down would the world have need to cry? Or would it even take the time to wave goodbye?” makes me want to cry.
      poignant, and beautiful. there is so much that we are losing that we aren’t even noticing. thank you, truly, for sharing!

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