Being a fabulous mess

I am a sloppy, but beautiful mess right now. A puddle on the ground being slowly absorbed by the dirt below to sweep up nourishment and get sucked up by plants. Messes are so very versatile. I have to remember that I've been through a lot of things that haven't killed me yet... That I'm in the middle of a hell that I completely underestimated and I'm thriving in ways I never imagined. So much to do, but so much to celebrate.

Flamingoes in ballrooms. Black and white wing tips beside my little bejeweled flats in a butterfly step. Being told that I'm cute and that someone enjoys the way my hips move. Invitations. Bathrobes. Gorgeous dresses. Songs so entwined with memories that one doesn't exist without the other. Old poetry read by deep, beautiful voices. The gorgeous pain of missing someone so profoundly that their place in your heart feels like a pile of stones in a desert: a monument to a lost god... Not a monument to him, but an altar or alms to that exquisite feeling of being completely enthralled.

Lots to be grateful for. Lots of work to be done. Lots to create. Painting in the middle of a hurricane some days.