7/1/2021 0 Comments
it's the little things...
except, it’s not. i’m convinced there’s no such thing as “the little things”. stopping to smell the roses. opening the door to a neighbor when you can see they’re struggling with groceries. picking up trash that isn’t yours at your local park. reaching out to a friend because they popped into your head. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SMALL IN THESE GESTURES DRIVEN BY LOVE. ‘cause that’s what they are. and any time we bring LOVE into our lives and share it, it’s a MASSIVE, HUGE, EXPANSIVE act. plain and simple.
maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones in me talking… but the other day i was taking a walk in our jardin - it’s something i’ve been making a point of doing because where we live in the campagne there’s really no safe place to walk without being startled by a massive tractor rolling up the road - and i found the most perfect fraise, a strawberry. i wasn’t looking for it, i simply happened up on it. i didn’t even know we had a strawberry patch randomly situated in a corner of the yard. it made me so happy to cup this little gem of life in my hand as i continued on my walk and YES! smelled the almost neon-pink roses that popped up overnight. that “little thing”, that slice of perfection grew from one of the tiniest of seeds that is now stuck into it’s flesh. and when i ate it - which i certainly did - that sweet life force is now stuck in me. there is nothing small in that.
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i'm stephanie. my last names mean "hedgehog" in Czech and "pretty calf" in French. i have an MA from Oxford in English lit, and a MFA from Riverside in experimental choreography. i like to write. i have lots of thoughts on the body. and i want to help you understand your own better. oh, i'm also plant-based and love to bake with vegan ingredients.