Someone told me recently that the only important things in life are love and art, and everything else is a contrivance. My life these days is little else, and the hardest thing is staying in that place where nothing else takes precedence.
"People who do not break things first will never learn to create anything."
Tagalog proverb
From Jonathan Carroll's blog, which always gives me something to mull over.
Laid bare somewhere in Los Angeles. Spent the night riding on a motorcycle for the first time, 90 miles per hour through the fog and night.
I can see the appeal.
There's a closeness to one's sense of life or imminent lack thereof, road racing beneath the wheels, body wrapped around a stranger, or friend, or lover... I smoke and drank too much, bare feet planted in the shore, watching the algae glow electric blue against the waves. Spilling secrets and salt tears into the sand, and blinking back the stars, and thinking I've never felt this awake.
I woke up this morning with a stark white hair in my nest of haphazard black curls.
It was not there yesterday.
It made me laugh-- in my life, the correlation isn't to age, but to stress. Occasionally binge-drinking, and laying on my face. But mostly, stress.
I swept my hair up into pigtails, and proceeded to go out and meet the sunshine.