Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Friday, November 14, 2014

This morning I screamed...


This morning I screamed and kicked the photocopier.
clearly, I am processing rage, resentment, both....
fortunately, there was only one witness
 and she was only slightly appalled
then, I went back to my office, did a fuck dance, and indulged in a little sniffle.
NOT a cry. A sniffle.

Today, I can tell you that this episode happened over two months ago.
I have sat on it since then. The rage, that is....not the photocopier.
Today I can tell you that today is all I've got.
I have been living deeply in these many 24 hours since I screamed
and kicked the photocopier. 

Today I have once again committed to being in today.
I need the clarity of boundary and the fuzziness of hope.
I need to do my work
and step back.
But mostly, step back.

I am leaning into these words from me
and the words that beckon from you.



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