The original reproduction had an emphatic stomp and white stole; unconsciously confrontational, like a Velociraptor in Valentino. Spending the afternoon writing beside her she revealed the clutch of ego, status, distrust, cultural highjacking and a fear-filled blind justification of the ways we deny ourselves and each other. Allow me to hurt myself for you. Allow me to hurt yourself for me. No one needs a twenty carrot, two million dollar finger bling. The vegetable reference is always intentional. Less deadly, edible and often found hanging from a stick. To which the disciples of Harry Winston might say ‘woah, woah man cannot live on beta carotene alone.’
We say it’s a need, our hunger and dutiful pursuit of labels. Definitions to provide us with identity, boundaries, belonging, safety. Symbols riding vehicles of ascending objectification to new heights of seen and unseen, all in an attempt to shine light on anything but what we perceive as threats of death. Lord hear our prayer.
Wherever you are on the yellow brick runway, be loved. -xo
From my devotion this morning:
I see them as beings of light, guided by divine inner wisdom, glowing with life and energy, gratefully greeting each day with a spirit of love and peace. I know this Truth for them: They are greater than any challenge they may be facing.-Daily Word