21 November 2011
Perfectly Imperfect
I've been thinking a lot lately about "essence." What my essence is and just staying put there. It feels pretty good to take up residence there because, after all, that's where everything is born...
I've been doing this by taking part in all the things I love. Whether it be cooking, attempting to make beer, going on a photo shoot, knitting, re-stringing and tuning my violin, singing, working on art projects or daydreaming about the future. I'm finding that I feel more and more at home in my skin. It also shows me where I'm headed.
What could be better? I think I'll stay here for a bit...
Before the World Was Made
by W.B. Yeats
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.
XO