June Compost Heap
June Compost Heap
Stories, Songs, Films Getting Me Through
Image by Kumar Alzhanov
Outside it’s frying pan hot, and the air is thick with…something. Smoke. Ozone. Pollution. The glyphosate my neighbor blitzed their lawn with. Who knows? My struggling lungs register it immediately. But it makes the sky a hazy periwinkle I have to admit is equally terrifying and beautiful. It reminds me of Thomas Wilmer Dewing paintings - a style Whistler called “breath on glass”. Everything shimmers. Slightly deferred. Veiled.
In the Garden by John Wilmer Dewing
That’s what my future feels like too.
Right now there are about five crucial parts of my life (medical, professional, personal) that are up in the air. I can’t rush answers. I have to get comfortable with extended uncertainty. Some days that is easier than others.
I’m going to share some of the stories and poems and ideas and pieces of music that have helped me persist in “the mist”. Please, if you feel inspired, offer your own below!
Magical realism meets the Spanish Inquisition. And I cried in the last chapter which rarely happens when I read anymore.
