Tag: self identity

Be Who You Want To Be

Halloween is the one chance you get during the long year to embrace a character in your personality that doesn’t fit into the daily routine.  It is the opportunity to search the corners of your character and augment an aspect that normally goes unnoticed.  You are not exactly this thing that you are representing today, but also you are not the embodiment of said character.  Appreciate your own irony, be happy about the complexity of your morale.  Halloween is the chance to explore a part of your soul that has largely not been introduced to society.  It is a whimsical experiment to help you continue to define your fluid identity.

Halloween is a time to face the morality of yourself.  Life is about living, but society is about fitting in.  It is good to be a part of the community and beat the same drum line as everyone else.  But we get carried away with this cultural assimilation, we get so swept up in the tide of routine, fashion, and convenience, that it is hard to be separate and twinkle like an individual star.  Thus, this American holiday is the time to embrace the parts that maybe you want to change, maybe be the person who you can’t be in the normal life. It is the chance to be the something that you are not before you shuffle off the mortal coil.

This year, I choose to be the villain in the story, yet lover to the superhero, defender of mother nature through questionable and dangerous tactics.  Suitingly ironic for yours truly.  This year, I will dress as perhaps a feminist role model, Poison Ivy.

She is amazingly captivating, her role dualistic, her motives compassionate.  Poison Ivy is the nemesis of batman, and yet if it wasn’t for her Achilles heel attraction to the Dark Night, she would have prevailed in poisoning the powerful man with a simple kiss.  That power is so romantic, feminine, and seductive.

Her super power exists in something greater than the muscle of Batman.  Her power is in the botanical knowledge of the genetical makeup of plants to create super poisons and venomous potions.  She manipulates natural toxins for evil.  She uses mind controlling pheromones to hypnotize her enemies.  I don’t believe in physical violence either, Miss Ivy.

She is ultimately trying to destroy your superhero for the benefit of the world at large.  Her motivation is to protect the natural environment.  We have demonstrated time and time again that we as humans and as a first world nation cannot be counted on to be aware of the one world we are given.  We don’t even recycle, let alone protect out precious resources, we let water run beyond marathon status, we create trash like we consume television.  Non stop.  We are so focused on our daily bread that we are not considering the future of this amazing plant.  I do wish we had a villain that would do it for us before nature has her way.  Nature is not compassionate like Miss Ivy. Nature will not save our modern-day hero, she is going to choke us all out.

I am poison ivy because everything I touch gets an icy chill.  My touch is poisonous, my motives dark, my seduction daring.  My fame is occult.  My weapon of choice is natural.

I am an eco-terrorist today to console my hippie soul.


Voice as Self Expression

The music is your pronunciation, sometimes you don’t even have to sing to sound like a dream.

The way you simply say the words can have an effect on my feelings, even when your choice of words are nothing out of the ordinary.  It is just a sentence, but you make it sound so different with your inflection.

A distinctively musical voice can have such an a diverse effect on me, the song in a simple non-sentimental  sentence can flash my heart Valentine with pink and red string lights, or my flesh sizzles like a bacon in its own grease.  It can cold my toes like waiting for the forever bus in a Chicago blizzard, it can pinch my skin like my over zealous grandma on Sunday afternoon.

Self Portrait

I am starting to think of myself as an artist, instead of a worker bee.  I am a good worker bee, I buzz around merrily keeping the honey pot nearly filled with sweet nectar.  The hexagonal home is beautiful in its repation and oh so practical… you see why its appealing.

I am starting to reconsider that the appreciation for beauty does not stop there.  I want to create it.  I want to be more then simply a part of it.  I want to create a beautiful concept and decorated it, let it step out so that its concrete beauty can inspire people.

Maybe I am an artist?  What does that even mean?  Does that even matter? No.  It doesn’t.  I am skipping with Marigold’s steps, relaxing with Marinara.  I am following my creative fingertips, hoping that I will find some magic.

Wish Us Luck!

-Marigold, Marinara, Mari Mari

Olfactory desires and health.

I love tacos to death do us part.  If I were to have a last meal, it would be tacos and tequila, hands down, maracas shaking, for sure.

Paleo tacos.  Shredded green plantain. Soak it is salt water, the fry like tiny hash browns.  It is crispy and tastes like sweet corn.  The smell is even reminiscent of the great corn tortilla.  Which says a lot because the smell of corn tortilla cooking and charring slightly is my favorite smell of all time.

What’s your favorite smell?