Creation.

My darling 65redroses is getting her long-awaited lung transplant tonight. (She has cystic fibrosis, and is a most beautiful sparkly fire fairy spirit.) Clinging to hope for strength, health, and a long happy future for her.

With Eva and the wildfires, my little challenges with my cat seem so minuscule. But the little things matter, too. It's all life. It's all amazing and fascinating and wonderful and terrifying and never, ever boring.

Took Skot to a Zombie FX event at school today. I was made into the scariest, ugliest zombie imaginable. I could hardly look at my reflection, it was so scary. Totally fun. Not an experience I will soon forget. Can't wait for the Zombiewalk on Saturday! *bounce*

Skot thanked me profusely on the way home, and said he felt like he's been introduced, through me, to a world he should have always been a part of. It wouldn't have occurred to me not to ask him, and it was such a sweet sentiment. He wants to do the walk with me and Trevor. I love it. Play! Play is so important. Play and bliss and passion and free expression. There's not much better in this life.

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Mom and I were talking about Willow last night, and my heartache over treating her, and what this is all for. She said a lovely thing about it being not just for her, and not just for me, but for the union of she and I together - that love, that bond, that is a unique, special thing worth saving. It made me feel so intimately close with my mom, just then. Like I really am 1/2 her, like we are alike in essence - we have a particular essence in common that exists nowhere else but within the two of us. I felt this sensation when my ex was breaking up with me - that I was losing not only our companionship, but a relationship that was more than just the two of us; a third thing that we had created together. It reminds me of that small, lovely conversation in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, when Hedwig and Tommy are discussing love as not just procreation, not just recreation, but maybe just: creation.

Creation.

My darling 65redroses is getting her long-awaited lung transplant tonight. (She has cystic fibrosis, and is a most beautiful sparkly fire fairy spirit.) Clinging to hope for strength, health, and a long happy future for her.

With Eva and the wildfires, my little challenges with my cat seem so minuscule. But the little things matter, too. It's all life. It's all amazing and fascinating and wonderful and terrifying and never, ever boring.

Took Skot to a Zombie FX event at school today. I was made into the scariest, ugliest zombie imaginable. I could hardly look at my reflection, it was so scary. Totally fun. Not an experience I will soon forget. Can't wait for the Zombiewalk on Saturday! *bounce*

Skot thanked me profusely on the way home, and said he felt like he's been introduced, through me, to a world he should have always been a part of. It wouldn't have occurred to me not to ask him, and it was such a sweet sentiment. He wants to do the walk with me and Trevor. I love it. Play! Play is so important. Play and bliss and passion and free expression. There's not much better in this life.

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Mom and I were talking about Willow last night, and my heartache over treating her, and what this is all for. She said a lovely thing about it being not just for her, and not just for me, but for the union of she and I together - that love, that bond, that is a unique, special thing worth saving. It made me feel so intimately close with my mom, just then. Like I really am 1/2 her, like we are alike in essence - we have a particular essence in common that exists nowhere else but within the two of us. I felt this sensation when my ex was breaking up with me - that I was losing not only our companionship, but a relationship that was more than just the two of us; a third thing that we had created together. It reminds me of that small, lovely conversation in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, when Hedwig and Tommy are discussing love as not just procreation, not just recreation, but maybe just: creation.