It is a simple thing to forget our backbones, to be ashamed of our breasts, or to be dismayed by a curving belly. We task our minds with shame when centered on our bodies. We strip for ourselves in distress rather than for comfort. We are stripping ourselves of our comfort. We are backbone first, skin first, bellies first. We are human.
The good life is that which succeeds in existing for the moment, without reference to past or future, without condemnation or selection, in a state of absolute lightness, and in the finished conviction that there is no difference therefore between the instant and eternity. - Nietzsche
One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one’s own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all. - Nietzsche
Part mystic, part good-ol-boy: Andrew calls out, "Hey Mom," in a greeting tinged with southern familiarity. Water and light swim around him, mingling with the distinct brightness within his own calm being. He is a bit of a candle; a bit of a flame, sparked by faith, family, and an ever growing need to find.
Hear Andrew's voice searching and soothing: The Deacons
"Melody, Melody. You're my sweet melody. You're the color that I see..." - Lyrics by Andrew