365 dAys of aRt. DAY FIFTEEN.

unravel me
i'm braided deep
with strands of you
stuck in between.

Originally, I was going to blog about the different layers of the self, from superficial to deep, et cetera, et cetera. Although instead of blogging, I feel more of a sense to share my inspiration behind this piece. It came from a sentence that Natalie Goldberg wrote in her book, LONG QUIET HIGHWAY: WAKING UP IN AMERICA. I've read this sentence over, and over again. It's a run-on that's been both highlighted and underlined. One that I've read aloud to most of my close friends and family. Yes, it's really that good. Natalie wrote: "Whether we know it or not, we transmit the presence of everyone we have ever known, as though by being in each other's presence we exchange our cells, pass on some of our life force, and then we go on carrying that other person in our body, not unlike springtime when certain plants in fields we walk through attach their seeds in the form of small burrs to our socks, our pants, our caps, as if to say, 'Go on, take us with you, carry us to root in another place.' This is how we survive after we are dead. This is why it is important who we become, because we pass it on." Each one of us is braided deep, with strands of others stuck in between. (this makes me smile)