Sunday Secret

One of my biggest challenges in life has been to inhabit my own space.  To know my own structure and reach and shape. To feel the large reflection of me against the baby blue back drop of all that I’ve left behind. To stand near the glare of my own fragile windows.

My whole life has been a series of confusing puzzles that have included pieces with different shapes. Curved, straight, poofy, strange, porous, dense, sharp.

I’ve struggled and studied and worried and battled and questioned and I think that, Oh by the time I’m about a hundred and fifty, I’ll fully understand and claim my place here as if I have a right to stand up straight and appreciate my gorgeous silouhette against the afternoon sky.

Yours In That Feeling You Get When You Feel the Hot Water From the Shower Hit Your Back,
Irma I Mean It

10 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. The Mayor says:

    Oh my god, the world would be such a better place if you really do live to 150.

  2. Oh, Irma, we know you mean it. And we love you for it.

  3. Irma – I’m pretty sure the space I occupy is curved. And dense.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      As far as I’m concerned, knowing your own shape is half the battle. Then you know what yer workin’ with.

  4. I’m pretty sure I’d be the Frank Gehry of puzzles.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      I wish you could see Frank Gehry’s house. He lives in Santa Monica in THE MOST INTERESTING house (that he designed of course)