Cutting tomatoes, no more butter knives, please

It struck me yesterday and it was exactly the sharp knife I needed. The impact to propel me in a trajectory into new roads and territories that feel a bit unstable beneath my struggling tarsal bones--"Not in Love with you"--Learning to recenter after my center of balance has shifted lower, heavier, more precious, tender. I am starting to believe that there are no right answers but never are there wrong choices. Some day it'll all make that much more sense, but I'm not looking for reasons, just seeking experience. Everything in time, sir. I'll learn to love it all, all these blessings I've been given.

Moro reflex which disappears after about 2 months.

More about babies.

Remember, body, how you were once loved.

Emerging from the Tornado

I'm having trouble keeping my hair under control; most of the time it looks like I've been swept up and not so gently placed down by cyclonic winds.

Biked South to the Governor's Island terminal and by chance caught the 11am ferry. Got there before the Creative Time exhibit started but biked around until my allergies got the best of me. Then managed to catch most of the exhibits, particularly enjoying the ones where I could walk through the empty homes without restriction.

Stayin' hungry. Keep fighting.