Dear ones,
Here at
The Department of Homeland Inspiration where we specialize in "art" of the daily, we invented a job and a badge and a moving desk of discovery. It seems amazing to have been doing this for nine years now, a quandary of perception, of place, of gnawing on certain bones.
From the series,
moments in fencing:
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along with rivulets and worm trails |
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our favorite dancer |
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While a marvel of a movement puzzle, it makes us really think about the cartilages inbetween and how to keep them moving |
The "atmospheric river" has had that effect on our interior weather, we are ebbing and flowing our bag of human emotion water, our capillary exchange, our fluid filled eyes;
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again? |
Not Okay that monster who is charging around yet not in charge. At least this causes us to do more core work at the gym, to practice tiger breathing techniques and woman warrior poses to stave off the churn of it, the all day chainsaw feeling of having been robbed, and so many many other defilements:
We hope that you too may be jostled awake by the absurd, beautiful, humorous, ironic, strange or wonderful moment in the space you not just occupy, but create. Oh Pretty Please - share with homelandinspiration@gmail.com
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