(un)natural bridges, (un)safe spaces

While reading for my Ethnography graduate course this evening, I came across some really wonderful quotations and thoughts.

Gloria Anzaldua speaks of natural bridges as created by thousands of years of water and wind erosion and how all bridges, whether literal or figurative, are like thresholds into other realities. They are created and through time, they may be destroyed or preserved. She states that "change is inevitable, no bridge lasts forever" and we must learn to accept this. We must build new bridges which span the vastness between races, genders, ages, etc and in doing so we cannot create new boundaries or binaries as she refers to them. The new bridges can be built upon the foundation sof the old so that we might better understand and deal with the future and the erosion that will come to our newly formed bridges. We, like water, can watch the "fledgling bridges in the making," and that is a beautiful thing.

Sometimes I think that Americans could speak in single syllable abbreviations. An in el? Th ou...

Like a jigsaw falling into place...

When I lay in my bed at night... Its as soft as your pillow... Staring sleepily at the dimly lit wall, I feel at home. The record spins surely behind me, illuminating the traveling photgraphs ironed on the wall. Our first photo together accompanied by our Japanese photo booth. I love the feeling of my legs against the cool silky sheets as the fan whirs gently above me. ...I'm trapped in this body, can't get out... Ill go dream of our future adventures in Japan as our son sleeps peacefully next door, his little arms sprawled out to his sides as his chest heaves rythmically with relief.