Aurora Borealis By Frederic Edwin Church

One hundred and thirteen years.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

Caged, your dress riding up your ass Kicking at your cast Limping, yet harassing the dance floor Caged here, too, within the concrete and glass and the metal my mind is for itself I’ll dance with you, darling New friend. Someone without bounds. I used to be you I fear to be you.

RMS, 9/9/2018

Large Dead Leaf No. 2 (1966) by Eliot Hodgkin

Banishment.

(RMS, 6-8-22.)

The Return of the herd by Charles Sprague Pearce (1851–1914)

The Selk: two years free, flowing, and floating.

(RMS, 8-31-2022.)

“She began to do as she liked and to feel as she liked. She had resolved never to take another step backward.” - Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)

“She always cut her hair

so he couldn’t tear that out, too.”

(RMS, 7-16-22.)

A group of incredible beings created something amazing in mid-May of 2023. I was lucky enough to get to see it all flourish and flow at Public Records in Brooklyn, New York.

How I received this unbelievable opportunity I will never know; I couldn’t believe what the Universe placed in my hands. Which is a given—Sigur Rós is the sound of our Universe breathing. True beauty is in everything, and their warm vibrations remind me of that daily.

When I turned my closed eyes to the sky in this photograph (and film poster), my atoms threaded with the sacred, loud, quiet, endless, dark, shimmering, blindingly bright world outside the walls and the glowing cathedral @katya_gimro and her team had created inside the studio.

My being exploded, boundless. Listening to such powerful sound for twenty-one years accumulated into a melding of air and skin, sound and senses, unhinged vulnerability, elation, and, of course: exponential joy.

Thank you, Sigur Rós. Endlessly. You’ve shown my soul true peace. You stayed right beside this exhausted, grieving child down her path of finding uncontrollable vibrancy and her true spirit.

“There’s something sacred and holy about what that does on the inside. And to share that experience with others is just so beautiful.”

—Steven Ezra Riley

The Universe will hold you. You just have to find a way to hear it.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qEw--v19WyI

One year ago is still yesterday.

(RMS, 10-16-21.)