A place, a beginning with a continuum end. | 1.7.21
I’ve been sitting here talking to my body about our success. We’ve been having open discussions about the way we have —lifted our past bodies out of fated places we had deemed our destiny. Looking at her now, how she was then, we are thinking about her strength, about how her honour didn’t let herself get beaten down by bodies who were learning to be past themselves; you see we talked about the moons, we spoke about the skies, the oceans. —We spoke about elements that we haven’t even put to language yet; let them breathe into this world for her to dream them reality her voice look to feel like it could break and she is alive again, reminded again, accepted again, she is learning again. We are both the wrath worth we have fought so hard to preserve to bring into our fight. Our survival was a life, —she is no longer surviving her crave for life, she is kisses away, self was a war, it was always a war within herself, you could almost say she birthed her trauma,— she laughs big loud at all her mistakes, tells her secrects out loud because she knows now that a life worth lived is a life worth shared, —she will tell you the magic of spring in late November and you will fall in love with the way her hands move with the air, how her mouth dwells oceans, the way her body speaks in warm fire, she will share with you this gift of earth itself, you are not ready for all that she will help you take up room, enough to feel again, remind us all why we are cable of becoming in the first place.—
Melody of Being Animate 