Aku akan terus menunggu.
Seperti sang mentari yang tak mengenal lelah, memberikan cahayanya di setiap paginya.
Aku akan terus berharap.
Seperti dedaunan yang selalu merindukan embun sang pagi.
Aku akan terus bersabar.
Seperti burung2 yg berangkat pagi dg perut kosong dan yakin petang akan pulang dg perut kenyang, entah bagaimana caranya.
Sejatinya hidup hanya sebuah rutinitas, pengulangan kegiatan setiap harinya.
Sepertinya saja lama dan berliku-liku, padahal hny sekedarnya.
Menunggu panggilan adzan, utk sholat dan disholatkan.
Mengantri panjang yg kita tak kan tahu kpn giliran wkt kita tiba, dipanggil kembali dlm pelukan-Nya, Allahu ya Karim...
여성작가가 자신의 작업을 하기위해서는 누구에게도 방해받지않을 장소 .
그리고 이 장소를 견고히 하고 정신적 ,물질적으로 휘둘리지않기위해서는 일정수준의 수입이 필요하다
90년전 버지니아 울프의 이야기는.
지금도 현재 진행형.
예술은 무엇이고 ,어떤 역할을 할수있을까 .
그럴 힘은 어디서 얻는것일까.
This big, bustling world we live in got very small this weekend, and also came full circle for Fresh.
Some background: I was 19/20 years old, I was struggling at university and to get along with my good friend turned roommate, I had no idea what I wanted and was bumbling through classes and life with no direction. My #anxiety was through the roof, my moods unpredictable, and my enthusiasm non existent. I called my mom, made an appointment with a psychiatrist, and saw little to no relief for years. In fact, the #depression would get so very much worse before I'd begin finding my way back.
I was working for a local business in the tiny little town of Statesboro, GA, and I had the very best boss I could have ever asked for. I don't know how much she or her daughter, who I worked with daily, knew of my personal struggles, nor do I believe either of them has any idea to this day what a blessing they were to me then, and how special the memories of their kindnesses remain to me today. Once, Mrs. J invited me to join her family on a trip to The Vidalia Onion Festival. It as good day, though I don't recall many specifics of the day itself, but I do recall feeling both a little ashamed for needing, and very grateful for the hands extended.
This weekend, Bean and I returned to Vidalia. I hadn't any reason to return to the little South Georgia town until now, and I didn't give much thought to the circle that would close. Our trail sister Amberlynn ("Bambi") was teaching a class on weaving baskets with long leaf pine needles, and I was so excited both to see her, and to learn with and from her! We hopped in the car on Saturday morning, both excited, and got on the road. As we exited the highway we'd driven so many times while at Southern, I felt peaceful. And as we pulled into the parking lot of the Altama Museum a little under an hour early, the circle occurred to me. Here we were, excited to see this beautiful soul who walked with us in the most influential months of our life, and I couldn't help but smile knowing that this return to Vidalia was one of accomplishment, a success story in living color. *Continued in comments