pigs and figs

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3 pigs, 2 weekends, 6 sold out shows! Another successful chatterBOX in the trenches…

Time to reflect on curly tails and tiny blooms, as it’s starting to feel like Spring in Providence. And just in time…boy, does the universe have a way of serving what you need when you need it. Like that one reassuring saying goes, “you are never given a challenge that you are not ready and prepared to use for your own growth and evolution,” or something like that.

Speaking of timely quotes, after our “Mirrors” program, I stole away to Miami with B and read Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar” in 3 days. I just couldn’t put the morose story down, Plath’s quiet cries seemed to cut through the thick South Beach air, past the sunshine and right down into my emo-loving soul. One passage stood out enough for me to copy down into my journal:

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

How tragically beautiful is that?

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