Honestly now...
Honestly I'd like to see some more traffic on this thing. Some more footprints.
My body is a bit hot at this minute. Very soon I will go walk out on the patio and
sit with myback against thesunheated concrete and roll my muscles around against the
harsh grain. I realize that something nice has happened with this blogger thing here.
The last time I typed on here I couldn't press ENTER to skip down to the next line. It would just move the cursor out of the screen. This is better.
My skin is a strange thing. I have to figure out how to make it work. How to constitute my comings and my goings, the way in which I am in this world with my body, what particular types of earth foods I should eat and not eat according to my make-up. And giving up poultry and seafood is just not in my reality.
I am a vata-pitta dosha according to ayurveda. An air-fire mix. I will be very interested to know what the other current citizens are. Maybe they could be absolved of their stomach problems, those nasty ulcers and such.
Yesterday I performed really for the first time in almost a year. I've taken a couple of dance classes this past year at Spelman, but none of them really did it for me. It didn't seem like real dancing. But I performed and I woke up this morning and my body was aching and it was the very best feeling I can remember in a very long time. My body felt likeit had lengthened in all the right places. Honestly.Truly. All encompassingly wonderful.
The pain of movement. And very soon I will go rub my muscles against the heat of the gray concrete. My hair is a black sponge cakey mass over my head, separated into compartments by intermediate cardinal direction. I could strap on some shoes and go running. And my love is diffusing itself across the skys, farther and farther away from the source, in smaller and smaller white blue dots. So much so that I am losing the feeling if that makes sense. And I like it, if that makes sense. It does to me.
its lighter.
i'm not in the mood to be ripe and heavy with it, like fruit hanging in bows from the trees.
Though it may be nice.
But I shant yearn for it.
I'm going to cut my nails off my body.
My body is a bit hot at this minute. Very soon I will go walk out on the patio and
sit with myback against thesunheated concrete and roll my muscles around against the
harsh grain. I realize that something nice has happened with this blogger thing here.
The last time I typed on here I couldn't press ENTER to skip down to the next line. It would just move the cursor out of the screen. This is better.
My skin is a strange thing. I have to figure out how to make it work. How to constitute my comings and my goings, the way in which I am in this world with my body, what particular types of earth foods I should eat and not eat according to my make-up. And giving up poultry and seafood is just not in my reality.
I am a vata-pitta dosha according to ayurveda. An air-fire mix. I will be very interested to know what the other current citizens are. Maybe they could be absolved of their stomach problems, those nasty ulcers and such.
Yesterday I performed really for the first time in almost a year. I've taken a couple of dance classes this past year at Spelman, but none of them really did it for me. It didn't seem like real dancing. But I performed and I woke up this morning and my body was aching and it was the very best feeling I can remember in a very long time. My body felt likeit had lengthened in all the right places. Honestly.Truly. All encompassingly wonderful.
The pain of movement. And very soon I will go rub my muscles against the heat of the gray concrete. My hair is a black sponge cakey mass over my head, separated into compartments by intermediate cardinal direction. I could strap on some shoes and go running. And my love is diffusing itself across the skys, farther and farther away from the source, in smaller and smaller white blue dots. So much so that I am losing the feeling if that makes sense. And I like it, if that makes sense. It does to me.
its lighter.
i'm not in the mood to be ripe and heavy with it, like fruit hanging in bows from the trees.
Though it may be nice.
But I shant yearn for it.
I'm going to cut my nails off my body.
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12:35 AM
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