Did I ever blog this photo of me listening to Bjork’s Biophilia album in app form? It’s pretty amazing stuff.
I’m only reminded because I just had an intense cry moment to of all things her performance on Colbert Report. It’s just been a day of lots of feelings. Anything that causes me to consider the acts of my ancestors waking up to carve the world into what it is for me makes me seriously weepy these days. I miss my grandma a lot. I can’t stop dreaming about her. These dreams are seriously dark which is upsetting. Sometimes she never died and my family didn’t tell me, sometimes she is lingering in the house appearing here and there. Sometimes I dream only I can see her.
Earlier today I watched video of her, and at the moment (after having a sob or two) I came up with what it was that her death (or all death and passing) is supposed to mean, supposed to impart. I can’t remember what I told myself now. Guess that was the answer I needed at the moment.
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