When horses fly

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Yesterday, I went to the Art Institute of Chicago, where they were placing a new sculpture somewhere requiring a crane for the transfer. A huge skeleton of a horse, the artwork was headless, the head already placed in its destination.

In the cab of the crane, the operator waited to start the move, his foot casually propped up against the door frame. Like this was nothing. Like operating that enormous piece of equipment–and it was enormous–was nothing.

The other workers grabbed the heavy chains and tightened straps to hoist the sculpture. And then, finally, when it seemed they would never lift it, there it floated into the air with a grace unexpected from metal. And the crane operator vindicated his nonchalance.

It wasn’t a sight I expected to see yesterday. In fact the whole visit was full of new things and surprises: a textiles exhibit; a collection of Islamic art; the work of Hairy Who?, an art collective from the 60s.

Did it change what’s happening in the world?

UH, no.

Did it make me not think about it for a while?

Definitely.

There’s a little bit of escape in finding the new within the old. Fresh eyes. Fresh perspective?

Not this time.

But I can say I’ve seen a horse skeleton hoisted high against the Chicago skyline. And that’s something.

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 Her Cousin Much Removed

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Hedonistic

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What does a Hercules Beetle have to do with hedonism? Haven’t the foggiest. No wait, it’s nature indulging its own hedonism…I mean look at it! Muséum de Toulouse [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

This morning I had cottage cheese (Good Culture cottage cheese, it’s utterly amazing. All real food ingredients, and it tastes like it) with a bit of a bright strawberry jam and some fruit. And then I decided I wanted a piece of toast as well. With the chocolate chip cookie peanut butter.

Hedonistic.

Remarkably the peanut butter is healthier than it sounds, but it tastes like you’re cheating on adulthood. Heavenly.

Which is another H word I didn’t consider but here we are eighty words in so I’m committed.

There are those things we tend to deny ourselves because we “shouldn’t.” Not because they’re objectively bad or harmful to ourselves or others, but because we build up these matrices in our heads: the allowed; the forbidden; the OK sometimes; the OK but make sure you feel bad about it.

But here’s the thing. We’re living in a world where Armageddon doesn’t seem impossible, where it feels real and close and some days, inevitable. Is there really room in the universe for “OK but make sure you feel bad about it?”

I don’t think so.

Build a little hedonism into your life. Not the kind that can destroy it or you, just the kind that gives you permission to enjoy things without the trip to the guilt gallows. Like chocolate chip cookie peanut butter.

You’ll have to excuse me now, I have some hedonistic toast to demolish.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Feed Your Warrior Spirit

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We are more powerful than we know. Call your members of Congress, give them all of our concerns, that is why they are there. And nourish your soul.