Becky Burd

I have no idea what body of water this was. But I still love terry swimsuits and these rainbow colors.

June 2021

Sometimes
solitude
doesn’t
feel as good as
swimming in summer.

there are still
deadlines
and dogs.

sometimes it looks like
finally facing
all your fears,
fuckups,
and consequences of your fearlessness.

sometimes it looks like
the spiral of evolvement,
like Seddy walking
in smaller and
smaller
circles
at night,
so that she can finally pee, in the second smallest circle.

Actual, real-big-change is like those circles Seddy makes.

sometimes solitude is sad.
and ugly.
and feeling ugly. and sick.
and wondering if you suck at solitude.

the second night of solitude
is not the selfcare daydream
of feel-good-in-your-soulness.

but it is a start.

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Photo Credit: fellow mermaid Nicole Chouinard

I heard her sing in the wee hours in May of 2019, and it was strikingly beautiful.*

It hit me yesterday that she’s related to Amya, another mysterious sea creature I half-waking dreamt about in June of 2021, who spoke her name to me in a non-human voice.

“I am mother. I am (ya) you. You are mother.” You are your own mother.
Mother earth, mother sea.
I am wave-like.

I’m still figuring out what the siren was saysinging.

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Becky Burd

Becky Burd

Human-centered design and insights leader focusing on feel-good lifestyle experiences and intuitive brand ecosystems. www.beckyburd.com