Ramblings of an Impatient Mystic

Genuinely, thank you so much for this.

Being a crafty person and making a bunch of things often prompts people to ask "oh wow did you make that?" And like, the short answer is: yes I did, but the long answer is: well, no, the pattern isn't mine, but I did choose and buy the fabric/yarn and sewed it together/crocheted it/knitted it myself. I used a reference for that drawing/painting, I didn't come up with it myself. That ceramic piece was insired by a poem and a painting made by different people. What I'm trying to say is, everything I make requires other people to make their own thing first, and then I get inspired by them to do my own thing. So I can't really call anything truly mine, because really it's just a bunch of inspirations and experiences of others (and me) put together by my hands. Does that answer your question

Bits of my smile came from a memory of my aunt and bits of my lips came from the corn I ate last summer. Part of my cadence comes from an old dead friend and some of my lexicon comes from my son’s videos. Parts of my muscles and skin walked around as chicken and cows not so long ago. Parts of my cell membranes were exhaled by trees and parts of my blood were filtered by oysters. We are make of the pieces of the world and of the past that we find laying around and that are gifted to us and that we make part of us. There is no other way to be alive.

omfg I can’t BELIEVE I hadn’t reblogged this adorable addition to my post yet. I love the balloon and the flower crown.