Monthly Archives: February 2014
Hope this brightens your day 🙂
Back to spending my days with Jack 🙂
I landed yesterday night in Montreal. It’s cold! I didn’t get out of the house yet…I spent the day sleeping..old habits die hard. My trip was nice. During my layover I went in did my nails in a express salon, I had an hour and a half of massage on a chair while waiting for the pedicure. It was very good, because I’ve been having pain all over my body. It hurts again today, I’m gonna ask my boyfriend to give me a massage before we sleep. Jack is sleeping…Yes I’m with my baby ! :). He looked like shit but he was so happy! I gave him a quick trim now he is more presentable. I have my cuddle buddy back, both of them. We sleep like a family, the three of us. I can’t wait for us to get married, so we live in the same house with Jack. I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy and then I’m gonna watch scandal. Have a good night my loves!
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Steph Guthrie is a feminist advocate and community manager whose work tackles the intersections of gender, culture and technology. Steph founded Women in Toronto Politics and is a faculty member and lifelong learner at Academy of the Impossible. Her comments have appeared in the Globe & Mail, the Toronto Star, the National Post, Metro News, CBC, Global News and FLARE Magazine. Steph holds a Master of Arts in Communication & Culture from York and Ryerson Universities. Follow her on Twitter at @amirightfolks.
“Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. But for an instant – because of a wild music, or a drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slow rhythm of the melancholic soul does not only rise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animated by delirious new energies”
― Alejandra Pizarnik
View from a dining room window of a mango tree
Gonaive, independence town