Flashback to 2012, here I stand with cut up dress and scissors in hand, in front of uplifting gifts, candles, Haitian fish mobile :) and Rromani flag with 2012 invitation to Voice of Roma "Roma: Crossing the Borders" Gypsy History, Art and Culture exhibit.
It has taken me since then to wrap my head around the facts and reality of my Rromani family around the globe, for life I will learn, so many kumpaniyas / tribes are there ( did you hear NPR reports yesterday on Iraqi Tribes and other Rroma :)
You see, 2012 is when I came out as an Rromani artist and found all my heads, adopted American, born Finnish and Rromani / Gypsy, Kalè kumpaniya.
Yes, understandably, it has taken me a few more years to tone my home with multiple heads. Just now middle age I am, grey leader, far from perfect but still standing dancing, roaming happy peace trails, of that you can be sure. ( flyer below from 2012 :)
Yes, thank you for being patient with me while I go around the bush and block to tell a tale. ( poster below from 2012 :)
Now back to the red dress I wear in first picture, 'twas my favorite when I was four or five. I was a tomboy but remember being so sad when my mom told me around 1976 that I had outgrown this pretty pretty dress, could not wear it anymore. I also recall then getting angry with my mom. God bless my mom, she endured my sad angry torture for decades and loves me still, kept the dress to gift me as an adult kid.
What did I do? You know it! I cut that dress up Kali style and now pretty she fits once again!
Rock and Roll!
Cut it up.
Yes. I am still learning at age 44 that anger in any form is a secondary emotion preceded by sadness.
Seeeewwwwww, instead of mimicking the over programmed world, I am learning to slow my roll and investigate sad in a private safe sound spot, cutting angry and sarcastic cords, in order to find true life and love.
Ahhhh, I see and hear now, giving peace a chance is easy, just stop my madness, cut it out with liberal arts.
Cosmic compost. I try daily to art liberally instead of out lash. ( I cut out the anger by cutting up my clothes, por ejemplo :) Please forgive me when I falter and act the ass, please please forgive me and know those are the times I could use a friendly hug, thank you.
Yes, thank you, Love, for adopting tolerance, this lifelong affair. Thank you for censoring sad angry sarcastic words and for apologizing sincerely when you cannot.
Don't worry, Be happy, rainbows and silver linings follow the storms. Look up through the tears, goodness is here and coming more.
Don't miss me now, Love. I'm steering clear of danger, shutting down in the over programmed world as family transitions from one chapter to the next, slow roll, undercover, but you know now, I am here. (nose knows, compliments of new teacher I had honor to coach, she made me laugh my ass off, Ms. K for short, and the boobies, gift from titty birthday party if I recall correctly, right newlyweds again C and S? THANKS FOR SPREADING SMILES, FAMILYFRIENDS!)
And when you need a friend but want to be alone, I've left cookie crumbs for you to follow. Or just find a way to call, E.T.
Opre Rroma - Rise Up Rroma - Rise Up Human.
Help not harm, save yourself first.
Shut your mouth now, go on.
Peace.
