“And ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when ye shall search for Me with all your heart.” (Jer. 29:13)
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” (2 Tim 1:7)
“Call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me.” (Ps. 50:15)
“I will dwell in the midst of thee.” (Zech. 2:11)
“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna.” (Rev. 2:17)
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“What are you saying, Septimus?”
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First day, First photo.
There are still people on this planet who believe Evolution is a lie.
Sometimes you need to ignore the stares.
Sometimes you need to find a safe place.
As usual we didn’t behave like typical vacationers. It’s way more fun our way.
Us at Hopewell Rocks, New Brunswick, 2012.
We have had many fuzzy friends on the balcony of our New Space, but this spider is the largest yet! For those who are interested, these and all other photos are shot on a Canon G9.
As promised, part two of our series, a short poem about anorexia. Being skinny is a dream that too many people believe will solve the deep sadness; many members of my family, including myself, and too many friends have struggled with that belief as well. May you find hope beyond self-harm. For free books about bulimia, please see Feed The Whales.
These books are for Shock Stock 2012! Free! Also we’ll be taking a bunch out east this summer and then more down to Florida next winter. So many whales, so many places to feed! Blub blub, my friends.
I laugh [staged and practiced], I smile [perfectly]. I shoot witty one-liners [stolen from obscure movies and lyrics (but no one here will know that)]. A specially crafted monster of attention. What’s bred in bone [what has been taught] and [what is obeyed]. I am such a good girl. I tell the right stories with all the important, heavy pauses [dramatic exaggeration reels in the audience and pulls on their precious heart-strings (barf)]. Sometimes the lights make me sick and I’m led offset to rest up [I am such a diva and have learned to take advantage of hypochondriac and psychosomatic indulgences] meaning: [impressions and pressures, inside my head and all around me (infecting everyone else, but I think I might be the only one who realizes it)]. I lie on the couch with my head in my mother’s lap [her hand holding a cool cloth to my forehead]. My knees are arched up [and anybody who walked by could see up my dress (heavy, poofy, flowery dress), see my white tights with the little hearts stitched in them (hot and unnecessary)]. I don’t care, cannot care, about anything right now. The lights are everywhere [so bright], their glare is what I will remember most. For some reason my father walks into the greenroom and starts taking pictures of us on the couch [flashes of light], emphasizing the pounding [put a little girl in a box and play her a recording of a jack hammer (at deafening volumes)]. My mother shoos him away [with a hiss and a glare], asks what she can do for me [always asking what she can do]. I have another four or five hours to go. I must put on my face again. Stand up straight and ask sweet questions instead of complaining [I do complain a lot, I’ll admit (but I get away with it)], I even convince myself [so dramatic]. I go to the sink and I wash my face [cold water against hot skin]. My mother brushes my hair a bit [long, blonde, done up in braids and bows (triggers)]. We return to the set, the lights on me [the miraculous] and my mother [the brave]. The audience is on the edge of their seats [bleachers] because that’s the cue [look excited]. We tell the story [again], play the video [again], broadcast my history [bodily, emotionally, unconsciously (unintentionally wounding / creating a monster)]. And smile [perfectly] through all of it [even all these years later].