"I Don't Want to Wait" is a song written, recorded, and produced by American singer-songwriter Paula Cole. Cole wrote the song in mid-1996 and released it as second single from her second studio album, This Fire (1996), on October 14, 1997. Paula Cole wrote "I Don't Want to Wait" at her spinet piano in her apartment in New York City during mid-1996. Described by Cole as "a very personal song", she wrote the song when she realized that her grandfather was near the end of his life. The song is about him and his wife, and specifically the relationship between their life and Cole's who realized "I don't want to make some of these mistakes. I really hope I don't". Cole has described the central question of the chorus as "Do you say yes to life? Do you embrace the things that give you joy? Or do you cower back in fear or by culture's machinations keeping you small?" via wikipedia

🏆 i laughed outloud im still smiling im so happy

along the lines of "touch grass" this morning in the quiet of silence, just me and corn leaves, was thinking a lot about staying home practicing staying home coming home being home if the present is seven years behind today, according to poet david whyte, moments today, new choices today, are seven years behind the fully arrived, embodying into them, generally speaking, what growing into a becoming is, at home is already there

jester/royal advisor is genderless. storied tradition of female jesters and fools. also, many women have been royal advisors, named and unnamed. i get that it is a complex when you can't help but ~make~ that dynamic, as in, to write without consideration and respect for the narrative someone has for themselves. that's super shitty. if you are not permeable enough to cowrite in a relationship, ya kinda are not even in one, to me, just being a director in a movie and your actors dont have a union. like all externalized archetypes, when suffering a complex, the task is calling it home, identifying and nurturing within or, i mean, can get out of the supremacy of what "smarter than" even means in the first place. like by what rubric, with what access can you see into another's mindself, evaluating by what metrics

been immensely privileged to work with corn leaves for so much of the day few things make me happier than when i get to work with a single material, that is free, that is biodegradable, and that work is anon how so much is then so clearly only about time, a waterclock made out of a waterclock, for me