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writer and phd researcher, redefining absurdity, and living in a multidimensional urban landscape

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September 11, 2017 kelleymckenna

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People I encounter--on airplanes, in shops--often ask me why I’m so 'happy.' It’s the strength of the dead, I DON’T say like a crazy person. But it’s what I think. It’s the brilliance of love transformed and living in me everywhere I go. There is no separation between me and Jay, me and Brad. It’s everything I learned in my meditation ashram as a young person—now actualized, realized. Kind of feels like what I’d describe as being a recipient of ‘divine resurrection.’ For me, grief and joy are partners in this world. Too woo-woo? Sorry. But try to look for it. It’s in a little crevice beyond rational thought. Probs people think I’m high half the time when I go around all happy but I don’t do drugs or even drink much. It’s the gift of love that can come with heartbreak.

If the understanding of truth is possible by digging it out of its opposite, then maybe absurdity 🍄🦄🪲🌚 can save a person. A great salve. Like poetry, like literature—places with no limits, where everything that can’t be said, must be said. Agitate truth. #workingonit

Foss and Moss spot spotted. Artist: @jendonnery “Of Woman Born”

Oh hello, well yes, Foss and Moss Puppets would love to play this venue, of course of course, but unfortunately, due to their current form (nature spirits), they can’t inhabit human-made physical (or conceptual) structures—no matter how pink and yellowy delicious! Also they are sleeping. Thank you, though! Xoxo 💋 🥰😘🦄 #peacocktheatre #fossandmosspuppettheatre #theatreoftheabsurd #practiceasresearch #puppets

Oh I’m in love with you, dear Dublin.

Dublin’s becoming a friend.

Security is a myth. Developing tolerance for groundlessness.

Fearlessness, for me anyway, means genuinely turning toward my own limitations and embracing them—it doesn’t mean being “powerful” and “doing whatever it takes”—things I grew up believing in the deeply toxic self-help world. It’s the opposite really. For me, it’s about being gentle with myself.

Getting on boat. Crossing Irish Sea. Returning to Wales where I did first year of PhD. Since then, been working on it from States. That decision was made bc I didn’t want to be separated from Brad. Now he’s gone and I’m going back. Had not thought I’d be so affected. But that’s the thing about grief. There’s no way to tame it. It can come out of no where. Even when you’re moving forward and embracing wonderful things, new ways of being, new friends, new life….it stops you in your tracks. Arresting. It isn’t always even about form. It’s not sentimental. I hate sentimentality. It’s a wave, a series of sensations….But I love boats. So we’ll see how it goes. I just super wish they’d stop playing Adele.

Places are for different things. This one has been for transition, gentleness, poetry. It didn’t pressure me to do anything but rest and walk and be quiet in myself. Thank you, sweet, calm Dublin.

Pause. Adjust. Look left. Back across the ocean, but further, and further still coming up. This town is letting me take a breath. And no, I don’t need any more books, but come on.

Too bad the cast wasn’t with us in Brooklyn to experience urban gnome-land salads.

last u.s. stop: hometown hugs with little love bug cutie

Hometown stopover for Foss and Moss Puppet Theatre

sometimes you fully get/imbibe the aesthetic after you leave a place

I love a meticulously curated bookstore……

Foss and Moss Puppet Theatre leaving West Coast in search of new performance venues

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