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

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Soltice, 2016


Mahogany red hair
blond roots
rasping cough
I glanced her way to see if she was okay
Inclined I was to care
big boots
ticked off
She warned me
then she kicked me, hard.

I had the sense that there was more going on

Her eyes, her face, her voice
the way she needed space and control
the way she needed others' fear
She sat alone in the big back seat
all the way to Niagara Falls.
I suppose it's what she wanted
or what a life's satchel of habits
make possible.

My bruises remind me of the choices I make
to see and feel and hope
on this longest night, I yield to my gratitude.
I have no regrets.
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4 comments:

  1. HarlequinDecember 21, 2016 at 12:51 AM

    This is a reflection on an episode I had at a bus station in Burlington. The gal who kicked me was anxious and complex... she needed to kick someone like me, I guess, in order to remain safe. I saw her and I knew she was ill at ease, uneasy in the space, her mind crackling in that way that is not helpful. I was grateful that it was me and not a child, or a more vulnerable person. I say this not to be heroic or special... I say it because this woman could do damage... to herself as well as others. This time, the damage was minimal. There are so many fragile people, and she is one of them.

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  2. the walking manDecember 21, 2016 at 6:13 AM

    There is life and the parts we play as it evolves around us. If you say your role on that stage was the right one, no can contradict you H.

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  3. HarlequinDecember 23, 2016 at 12:47 AM

    WM-- thanks for the comment. This was a weird experience... I want to be available for vulnerable people in tense situations... but, I am still reflecting on it, and wondering about how we keep people safe. thanks again for dropping by. :)

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  4. Dr Purva PiusMay 27, 2019 at 11:08 AM

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