Doodle of my Mother’s painting. It is one of my most treasured things, she speaks to me through it.
“o California, don’t you know the sun is only a god
if you learn to starve for her? i’m over the ocean
i stood at its lip, dressed in down, praying for snow.
i know, i’m strange, too much light makes me nervous
at least in this land where the trees always bear green.
i know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful.
have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?
the sun above you, the snow & stalled sea—a field of mirror
all demanding to be the sun, everything around you
is light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you.
it’s so sad, you know? you’re the only warm thing for miles– Poem by Danez Smith
the only thing that can’t shine.”
In the episode I also enjoyed this insight by Pádraig Ó Tuama:
“In Irish when you talk about emotion, you don’t say, “I am sad.” You’d say, “Sadness is on me” — “ta bron orm.” And I love that because there’s an implication of not identifying yourself with the emotion fully. I am not sad, it’s just that sadness is on me for a while.”