The Daffodil - Januaty 23, 2017

The daffodil keeps coming and blooming, not caring who is president. And today, my daffodil self broke through the tears of fatigue and said, "if you don't go to the studio, the garden, the dance ... you will die." Not in those words exactly but in felt sensation. So back in the studio ... I can breathe again. 

And I know I will take action as called, but I resolve not to bully myself into what the body doesn't feel.

 And after everyone was gone except organizers and the banner ...one little pussy too pooped to sing.