
Vali Myers, House.

Vali Myers, House.
I make no profit / like the sun
I burn and burn

Tattooing on the forearms and feet of a Kenyah woman.
The Home-Life of Borneo Head Hunters
William Henry Furness
Philadelphia: J.B. Lippencott Co., 1902.
Sand in the Sahara.
There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.
Humpback whales use a special hunting technique known as bubble net
feeding. Whales, either individually or in a group, swim in a shrinking
circle, blowing bubbles below a
school of prey. The shrinking ring of bubbles encircles the school and
confines it in an ever-smaller cylinder. The fish trapped in the middle
of the bubble net are then eaten in one go as whales rise from below
with an open mouth. Pictures by Wayne Davis and Christin Kahn.

Mt Rainier casting a shadow at sunset.
I am realizing people hurt in different ways. No pain looks the same. They don’t laugh at the same jokes. They stop tending to the garden. Leave all the lights off. Pick at their fingernails.
I try not to focus on what their hurt looks like so much anymore, but what still remains the same; their perfume, their favorite colors and hiding places, and what it means to feel better. Getting out of bed. A good, warm lunch at the diner. Curling their hair or doing the dishes.
Regardless of what sadness looks like, wearing their body like old clothes, I watch the way they come back to themselves, every time. Granting what time they need for themselves. Undressing the loneliness. Filling the absence.
How gorgeous it is to watch someone be well.
