December 2008
Like a rusted crank that's been stuck for years finally budging, grinding, moving forward -- this Highway thing, this tired old governmenment model, all of it has got to move. Nothing can ultimately resist the flow, as gentle drops of water moving in harmony will break down solid rock and bring forth life and rearrange civilizations. Things are starting to move fast. Woooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, |
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I'm stepping forward tomorrow, out of the shadows and into the light. Ready (as I'll ever be) to do this job I was given, the job I have been learning for years now. I remember that day when I cried on the beach, when I said why me, I can't do this, there are so many more competent and more experienced and more telegenic. But the job was handed to me (shit!) and I had no choice but to accept it, and now, it's time. |
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Breathe in, breathe out. Marvel that my body can be moved and opened by breath, peer into the spaces that open up. Take in the firm calves of the guy to my left, send a little reassuring energy to the awkward newbie on my right. Remind myself that nobody's watching me ;) Lose my balance, fall over and giggle. Start again. Let the sky pull me higher as the earth tugs me down. Wonder at what i can do when i just ... stop thinking about it. Notice that this worked yesterday but not today, notice that my poor little foot is still injured after all these years. |
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I finally got some silver polish and shined up my mom's menorah. |
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