Because you are blessed.

This flower only blossoms every 10 to 15 years.  The last time it bloomed my Grandpa was alive.  My aunt has never seen it bloom.  It has a very strong, vibrant scent.  It lives in the front area of my Grandma’s apartment.  It bloomed last night/this morning.  It is a sign of good fortune.  You have seen it.  So you too are blessed. 

(Besides, on one of the flowers there is a honeybee drinking its nector…awww bee)

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Thoughts from my sister’s AIM: 

Let us live gladly! Quite certainly we are free to do it. Perhaps it is our only freedom, but ours it is, and it is only phenomenally a freedom. ‘Living free’ is being ‘as one is’. Can we not do it now? Indeed can we not-do-it? It is not even a ‘doing’: it is beyond doing and not-doing. It is being as-we-are. This is the only ‘practice’. ‘~All Else is Bondage; Non-Volitional Living’ – Wei Wu Wei

~autobiography of a blue-eyed devil. inga muscio
-making unconsidered choices throughout one’s life contributes to the collective perception that a constructed environment is the world.
-being accountable is not an action; it is a state of mind. consciously examining and playing the cards you are dealt is one way to operate in this state. conscious accountability, however, requires time, patience, and a willingness to look deep into your heart. the amerikkkan environment, for the most part, provides only examples of living in a state of unconscious unaccountability.
-i once read about a tribe of Inuit people who never say, “oh shit, i broke the glass, i’m sorry.” in this cosmology, everything happiness for a reason, within the rhythm of the world. if you break a glass, it can mean that the universe is trying to get your attention, that you are not focused on the space you are occupying, or that your body is telling you not to drink at this time. breaking a glass can mean many things. so when someone breaks a glass, the person will say, “i allowed that glass to break,” and then maybe wonder why…saying “i am sorry” has no meaning. it communicates the sentiment of self-sorrow. i hear people say “sorry,” almost every day of my life, but it was back when clinton “aplogized” for slavery that i noticed an upswing in the everyday use of the word. a recurring interaction i have with the word “sorry” is when i am in the grocery store. someone will reach right in front of me, sometimes even jostling me or my cart, to grab something. people will say “sorry” as they do this, as if this utterance magically erases their rude behavior. i mean, if you’re gonna be a rude fuck, then just be a rude fuck.
-there is nothing wrong with being pointedly stupid, making mistakes, displaying ignorance, fucking up, falling. these are some of the things that make people interesting and endlessly complex–which, to me, seems kinda the whole point of having opposable thumbs, kickass motor skills, and an interesting endowed brain. being a big enough person to say, “dang, i fucked the fuck up. i will learn from this one, and think about it and hold myself accountable and look into the larger cultural and historic dynamics going on here. cool. i’m great. i suck, i’m alive. so i ask myself, if you can’t admit that you’re a fuckup, are you still human? are you interesting or endlessly complex?
-as it came to pass, when i read about arbusto waving to stevie wonder, i felt quite clearly that god was talking directly to me. here is god’s message: dear inga, refusing to see is a lot different from being blind. love, God. blind people often smell, taste, feel, and/or hear the world with a profound clarity unaccessed by most sighted people. refusing to see, on the other hand, results in behaviors such as gamely waving to a blind man on national television.