This starbux has huge windows and all this gorgeous white light pours in on me when I sit here, mornings, doing work and writing while Ming is at yoga class. It’s a free community yoga class today–I hope it’s not too crowded.
I read this letter Frida Kahlo wrote to Georgia O’Keeffe when the latter had been hospitalized. It was amazing because I didn’t even know how much English language Frida had. I didn’t know they knew each other.
I understood the feeling of tearing up letters that aren’t good enough. And I wondered what kind of flowers Frida wanted to give Georgia that were hard to find. Calla lilies? Sweet peas?
It made me teary, for some reason. I don’t have many heros, but these artists are my heros.
Laura-Marie’s hero list
Frida Kahlo — badass queer disabled Mexican artist
Georgia O’Keeffe — desert dweller American artist
Cindy Baker — Canadian fat activist artist
Marilyn Wann — fat activist author zinester and inventor of Yay Scale
Felice Cohen-Joppa — amazing peace activist anti-nuclear mama
Chelsea Manning — whistleblowing transgender freedom fighter
Those women are off the top of my head. I don’t know if hero worship is really a good idea. I guess I try to keep it to a minimum.
I made a list of people I want to be closer to, who I want to invest in. I’ve been feeling spread thin socially. I wish I had time for everyone, and energy, but I don’t. And rather than blow around like a tumbleweed, I’d rather make choices and be intentional about it.
I showed my list to Ming. He thought it was sad. I felt judged by his sad. I think being intentional and in charge of my life is something to feel happy about. But whatever. Feelers gonna feel.
The chairs are loud on the tiles, here, when people drag them around. A worker is sweeping.
A long time ago, I was a professional sweeper too. Thank goodness those days are over. But thank goodness I know what work is.
What Work Is by Philip Levine