Wild is the wind, David Bowie

                   
                     to be here...it is enough for now. i have only now.
         
                      i read that Rebecca Solnit wrote in  in Hope in the Dark that
                    “despair demands  less of us, it’s more predictable, 
                     and, in a sad way, it’s safer.” 

                    and i give you a link:
                    Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the dark, full text
                    
                     well, i am not an 'activist' nor do i follow -'ists' or '-isms'.
                     it is a very good text though.
                     only: i never read anything without questioning it, context, author, background,
                     definitions, intentions.

                     i am by now far from despair. all i want is clearness, and i do
                     all for that on my way to serenity, even if i need to be
                     very honest, naked and maybe malicious.
                   
                     we all live and die, but before i die i wish serenity.
                   
                      i go each day step for step, in my own breath.
                      not in another's.

                      i was born naked, i live naked, i die naked.
                      before i will be dead i am and will be alive,
                      and i want to be treated this way.
                   
                   
                     there is beauty ..everywhere, inside is outside, outside is inside,
                     but you must see as you can. all is music.
                   
                   


and if you don't see, it is your problem too.
it is one part of love between man and woman.
passion and warmth and release of love and through love.


i love this wild beauty here in Kerry...and i love me better by now.