Except for the fact that I never got around to taking my shower, today was a pretty nice day. The sun was out, the temperatures were in the 70s and there was a nice breeze. I got phone calls from two friends I was concerned about and hadn't heard from for a while. Did some reading. The back yard offered nothing, despite the beautiful weather, which was really disappointing... I mean it was so quiet you would have thought there was an electrified fence keeping birds out. Hate it wan that happens, especially when the light is good and the sky is blue. But such is life.
I don't have much in the way of thoughts in my had except political ones about racism and how creepy I think Republicans are and that's not really the stuff of inspiration, so.... maybe just a poem today that follows up a little on yesterday's reminder.
I am not in my bodyIt is filled instead with fearAnd voices, many voicesThey are angry with meAnd I don’t know whyThey are angry about that too“Stupid girl,” they say,“How could you not know?”My body is big – very bigIt is like a costume I wearSo people won’t see how small I feelSo people won’t see my fear...Or maybe that’s whyI’m not really sureIt doesn’t work, of courseAnd now the voices scold about that too“Stupid, ugly, fat girl,” they say,Have you no shame?Ironic they should ask thatSince it seems I am made of shameShame and fat and fear and nothing elseKatherine E. Rabenau