Making is messy.
#MyHandsLookLikeMyMamas
From an old blog post: "The way we tangle realities together is one of my favorite characteristics of humanity. A flower is only just a flower to us until we know better. Then it becomes so much more. Something that blooms in our favorite season, symbolic of our own growth. Something in our mother's favorite color, a memory of roots. Something our little sister put on the first mudcake she ever served, reeking of home. It takes humanity to make a flower into a world, to tangle it into our senses and have it mean something to every part of our being." #InstaRarasaur #MentalModels #ConceptPrompt #humanity #bloggersofinstagram
See you then!
#LBbookFair #ShopSmall #ShopLocal #LongBeachCA #thisislb #booksigning #poetryreading #meettheauthor
"Things gonna be alright." #YouKnowWhatLifeNeeds #MoreJumping #AlsoMoreLove
#JainMusic
Research and development.
#MorningsUgh #HowToPeople #dinosaurs #RichardScarry #WhatDoPeopleDoAllDay #AndWhyThough
Emergency-Mini-Nap Specialists.
#Mamasaur #WeBeTiredButOnWeGo
"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind."
- Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay
I am blessed to have this wondrous medley of people in my life, supporting me even when I'm at peak unsoundness-of-mind.
Today was a powerful day. I listened to stories of personal foundations, was welcomed into beautiful structures of poetry, and -- best of all-- I watched the architects of those wonders laugh and love, and dazzle the world.
#SarahThursdaysBookShower
#ItsABook! #OffThePagePostParty #poets #longbeachCA
My uncle used to read a newspaper in a house overflowing with the most outgoing of extroverts. I'm not sure how. Kids, myself included, would scrabble over his loafers as we crawled silently under the chairs (when it was a secret passage for rebels ✊🏾) or leaped screaming across the table (when the floor was lava 🌋). Sometimes our little feet would tangle up in the paper, and it would fall everywhere. Without reprimend, he'd pick it up, re-fold it, and continue reading. I liked to watch him read. It was such a deliberate act of self-care, such a purposeful attempt to hold space for oneself, and I admired the practice, even then. There are other better stories to tell, but now that he's gone, all I can think about is the comforting rustle of a newspaper expanding in two strong hands, being straightened out in a world of chaos. All I can think about is the whoosh a safe space makes when it opens. The crinkle a ritual sings when it is folded sacred. And the steady hands that only interfere when they are needed to save you from the lava of your own creation, or hold your hand through the darkest part of the rebellion. All I can think about is his hands. The ones that reached confidently toward a mess of my mistakes as if everything were fixable, and forgiveable, and all part of the experience of life.
#GoodnightUncle #rarasaurFamilia
It could happen.
#AndToThinkThatISawItOnMulberryStreet #vimage #gorgosaurus #bubbles #fairyhouse
