In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Keeps Rolling On 

And the world keeps rolling on without me. Without my interference. Without my grief and tears. Halle-freaking-lujah!

Been communing with my garden when not writing. We've got strawberries. Have you ever had strawberries fresh from the garden? I mean right there standing in your garden, your soles flat against the Earth—the dirt—with a fat juicy red strawberry in your fingers and then in your mouth. Melts. Like sugar. Only better. Sweet, juicy, and tart all in the same moment. It leaves blood stains on your hands. Evidence of a sensual life. Mmmmm. Succ-u-lent. Strawberries from the garden taste completely different from those you buy in the stores. How different? Have you ever seen a print or a picture of Georgia O'Keeffe's paintings? Vivid, bright, provocative, meta-real. Those prints and pictures are like what ghosts are to living human beings. In true life, her paintings are surreal, mystical, supernatural in that they are extremely natural. As if she saw what color the soul of a thing was, and then she painted it for us to see. That, my friends, is the difference between a store bought strawberry and one plucked from the garden with cloud spit and deer's breath still clinging to it. Those strawberries let you taste their soul and heart.

So it won't surprise you to know that strawberries were considered love food by many cultures, although the Greeks didn't want people eating red food. (I have a theory about that; since they feared and hated women so much they probably associated red food with the power of women's blood. They didn't want anyone feeling that power, thus the taboo.) It's also considered a fairy food. I shouldn't wonder.

I've written 8,000 words in two days. I've realized again what I knew before: when writing fiction, that's all I can do. So I'm doing it.

Have a great week!

Ta! May you all create with Beauty!
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 5/26/2004 05:41:00 PM
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