The theatre of being, quite happy fluffy😍

The Irony of Theatrics — A Saturday Pondering

On body, seasons, and the theatre of being.

Today my brainwaves are having a moment. My niece sent me a photo recently, and I looked… fluffy. A full-size woman — 14+, 16. Who does this, right? Is it attention-seeking to show your body, or can we simply lighten up and jest? Follow along with me on this bright October Saturday.

Fall is in the air. Much as I pose my distress about America — and I have more than enough fuel for fodder — the seasons of the year remain my antidote. They are evidence of the Creator’s design and artistry:

Winter, cloaked and coated, overcast in darkness, yet nurturing seeds under snow. Spring, when the sun appears, the chill recedes, and the earth opens her crevices to bloom. Summer, a season of basking and bathing in sunshine, festivals, parades, and converging people. Fall, when leaves abandon trees in rainbow goodbyes, signaling both bitterness and sweetness ahead.

Why not affirm the living body now?

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Wasn’t that poetic? I say so because, being Caribbean-born with only two seasons — rain and sun — I’m easily transported back to emerald waters, trees swaying in the breeze, azure skies. That memory is my therapy and kinship with God and nature.

When my thoughts are riddled with the inhumanities imposed on nations, at home and abroad, I connect rather than pretend. This is my wintry moment, but I also experience Springs, Summers, and Falls that usher in beauty, laughter, and hope.

One obscure thought stirred all this: our theatre of being. In life we can be harsh with our own bodies, yet when we die morticians put us back together for display. Why not affirm the living body now?

My circus today? When the funds appear, it wouldn’t surprise me if I did a body makeover. Not to become a ballooned cartoon, but to perfect my flawed symmetry with a stitch or two. You won’t see me presenting in a coffin. Whether fluffy or refined, it will be the living me you see — fully enhanced.

Vanity? Maybe. Honesty? Absolutely. These are just my thoughts out loud. Don’t let my being distract you. Welcome to being me.

I choose words over live video—for now. I’ll let my own photos do the showing—fluffy to day-to-day, season to season. Getting makeup, lighting, and ensemble camera-ready— along with crafting, editing, blogging, and full-time caregiving—is a whole 24/7 undertaking. So I bring the words to life, and the images will follow.

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