we are water born, we are not your kind

i kept vascillating between okay and sad and frustrated last night.

so i started listening to antje duvekot, especially "sirens" and it helped me hone in on the happy kind of sad.

i heard of her from mariama, my lovely little opera singing friend who named her cat after a character in the book that makes me want to drive off a cliff with the wandering and rambling and stuff.

she also told me about andrew bird who makes me feel the happiness and whistle along when i can.

there is no point to this post.