Let’s pretend this bouquet is made of three years. 🌹🌷🌺🌸🌼🌷
There’s a flower for every person I couldn’t have managed without, every dream surrendered, all the new sparks (they’re the tiny yellow ones half opened) and the seemingly endless and immediate new minutes to start over with. So many tries! The foxgloves are little clarion clarities ringing, but upside down because the world was upside down but so insistent like a bell. The carnations are for condolences, the sunflower is energy made manifest, looking for the light to be fully seen by, the tropical looking leaves are from the hemisphere I barely believe is still there, and a single rose for the girl. Three years to- it turns out- be grateful for.
The last little bit of this handy photo-prompt is the string holding the flowers together, the circle circling the mutable fact of fractures upon fractals of ordeals upon joys upon transfiguration; the whatever that holds the uncontainable- all of us and our feelings.
The people nearest to me (hiiiii!) and I got through this time by being each others’ navigators to a softer landing and ever-inquiry. The last three years were a tidy crucible I can sometimes feel has no end in sight but outwardly looks to result, not resolve, into an album. This isn’t prose dancing around trying to make meaning, these are words trying their best to represent the facts.
I’m grateful for my companions, at home and at work- which turned into essentially the same place- during this time. I love you guys. Thanks for the pathos, the prodding, the comparing of notes and little eurekas you shared, for your capacity to be curious and willingness to be wrong, so we could take turns and make it a risk-less wrong. What the hell would we do without the shared memory bank called love, which songs sing well with.
x Les 🌹
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I went for a walk to listen it kind of "seriously" on headphones (as you recommended on some interview I think) and I don't regret it. Very appropriate for a solitary walk in grey/kind-of-rainy Paris a Friday night.
Also, I like the fact that the songs keep growing on you after each listening (currently on my third). When does it stop ?
Kisses from France, I am very glad to hear your voice on new songs :)