Jasmine and Honey

There's a huge jasmine bush blooming on my block. Its blossoms are overflowing and swollen to the point of hanging heavily over a tall fence and dripping onto the sidewalk. I love it. Everyone who comes over gets so excited about and runs over to rub their faces in its fingers. It is incredibly fragrant and seems to remind everyone of some sweet time in their lives. What a releif that we are still graced with beauties such as a lush jasmine bush in a world where plastic threatens to smother us and massive amounts of toxins are sloshing around in our water--life water. Poor mama Gaia.


In other news, the Gay Pride Festival was this past weekend in Ferndale. The following photographs were taken by my dad.


Beautiful.




The festival was magnificent and I was so excited and happy about the whole affiar..I felt that my heart was beating a little faster than it normally does. My friends and I took to the dance floow and I felt my own confusions dissipate; my own feeling of marginalism--of being on the edge of society...of being differernt. These feelings rose out of me like a dusty ghost, joined everyone else's fears and seemed to float away down the street leaving us all happily dancing and deeply accepting of one another--no matter where we all landed on the spectrum of sexuality. There was also an amazing glitter encrusted dance crew! So amazing! So much attitude! And loads of lovely drag kings and queens.



Sending love and peace,



Madeleine

(The black Madonna..more on her soon)

P.S. Changes to be coming soon to this blog. I will be opening an Etsy shop and selling jewlery, painted furtniture, and prints of some of my work. Stay posted!