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

Thursday, September 4, 2014

September 3, 1980



this day carried me into my
birth
began to mean something 
 more than wondering
how hope punches
its tiny fist
unfurls
opening my hands 
and my heart
will never be the same



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4 comments:

  1. HarlequinSeptember 4, 2014 at 12:16 AM

    Happy birthday to my wonderful son. Thank you for all the gifts you have given me. I love you.

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  2. -blessed holy socksSeptember 18, 2014 at 11:03 AM

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  4. kjJanuary 26, 2015 at 4:36 PM

    here from walking man, just scouting around a bit.

    this poem is wonderful. i have a daughter and your words say it all.

    love
    kj

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