Hello and good morning to most of us! I love Sundays in the city. I am sitting at a coffee shop in northeast LA and it is, yet again, the season of scarecrow fashion (everything is too big, linen, triangle hats, wide legs, it’s giving Meredith Monk braids). You must wonder if everyone’s fantasizing about pioneer people or fleeing this urban core to become a rustic shoe cobbler in a village! I know I am. Today I put on an old Gunne Sax-style dress and am playing the part of the Shepard’s Peasant Wife. The boulevard is warming up and the smell of our trash in the alley competes with the smell of blooming flowers. No one really knows what to do about masks. Unless you do! A man sleeps on the ground and a shadow of a tree is cast upon him like a blanket. Twin basset hounds on leashes. Graffiti. Sun-faded convenience store signs. There’s an old man with long grey hair wearing a beret and riding a bicycle — I call him “The Painter” in my mind. Nearby, two women sit in rocking chairs on a porch with just a can of Raid between them. A girl holds a bunch of organic carrots like an Oscar award.
Recently I was on the phone with my mom, and she shared an inspiring detail. She was already having a bad day when she locked herself out of her car at the grocery store. A few people gathered in the parking lot to help her retrieve her keys from the passenger window’s tiny opening. My mom bonded with one lady, and kinda dumped her entire day onto her. This stranger listened to my mom’s woes and at the end recommended: “You should write a country song.” — and I think that’s a brilliant thing to say.
Here is MY country song for this week (it’s just a free write actually):
Everything is gorg
Wild parrots holler
The jasmine at my window,
boasting deep sensuality
Doing a plié
New shoes feel great
“Why don’t you wear the cross I gave you?”
The anxiety exorcist
My agent??? His name is Jesus Christ
I LOVE MY MAN for asking me:
“HOW much water have you had today?”
Forgiveness, dear
Ignoring my phone
Sitting with a feeling
I am good at…
Again I am speaking someone else’s words
Asking “why!!!?”
Relieved after I cry
Zooming out
Looking for dots to connect
My hand sweats from holding yours for so long
My dog is 8 inches tall and growled at a cop
I am angry at no one
Ok well except
When is the next shot
Proudly Celebrating 20 years of shots
When does this project shoot
My nerves :0 are shot :)
Life is long actually
You know what,
I am into
growing herbs
My uncle wears a ring that says WEED MAN
and sometimes sends me a nice little card
I love getting mail
Sending my dreams in a letter
Remember when we saved USPS
Saving you leftovers
I am saving this for inspo
I will buy clothes and call it
“research”
Recherche -the french
I am a historic preservationist
& witness
Fact check my ass!
Beautiful round hills
Driving the backroads
Floral yoke
I will wear a house dress and listen to acoustic folk
Buying a flower’s personal data
Soft muffled radio lady
I remember faces but forget names
I remember when
an ex said my handshake was too strong
I love that for me
as a business pro!
Grippingly true
The beauty of it all honestly
Hope that was fun and not fully crazy! Love you all. OK have a nice week :-)
Gabrielle
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