From Jean Painleve, titled Bust of a Seahorse 1930.
Ok so I am way over the fact that Gera and I might not be able to conceive naturally. I am resigned with this fact. I am fine, really. Yet, my sense and attraction to pregnant women has heightened like never before and I reminisce about my first pregnancy all the time, but not nonstop. I did so enjoy it then. And when I wrote that short story I posted way back, that female character who so desperately wanted a child was taken from someone else in my life at the time, not me. But when I re-read that story, I think mmm...I wonder if I was predicting my future and writing the character based on a future me. Okay, Artspark's Hamlet comes to mind right now....
But really, in all honesty, I've been fine.
I'm flipping through a book of French art we will discard because a library patron has slit out a page probably because it was either offensive, provocative, or they wanted perhaps to frame and put it on a wall, steal it and claim it as their own.
I come across this beautiful, stately seahorse which my camera does no justice, especially because I'm supposed to be working and I think, "Darn it, even a male seahorse can get knocked up faster than I!"
But really I'm okay. ArtSpark's post today was a beautiful reminder that being 'heady' is just part of being human. My envy of the seahorse is the good kind.
1 month ago