In Which We All Grow

What I have is in the midst of the waves,
a ray of water, a day for myself,
an iron depth.
…

— Pablo Neruda, Waltz

In Which I Come to be Danced

We have come to be danced

by Jewel Mathieson
We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance 
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance 
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom’s collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced

In Which I Give Myself Advice

Dear Self:

Not sure if this is the original source, but:  The Gossip Heap

You often give good advice.  Maybe, just maybe, you should follow your own advice.

Sincerely,

Me.

In Which My Mind, It is Boggled

Dear World:

You never cease to amaze me.

Sincerely,

Me.

Sunken Forest of Lake Kaindy

In Which I Continue to Feel Like the World is About to Get Kicked Out From Underneath Me

In Which I May Divulge Too Much Information

Dear Body:

You bled all last week.  It was annoying, but it is what it is and I acknowledge that you still believe you are performing a valuable function. 

So. 
Last week.
Bleeding. 
Check.

This week, however, you not only continued to bleed, but you've added in cramps and clotting.  Are you bored?  Do you not believe that I know you are there?  Is any attention good attention?  Or are you just very confused?  Did you forget about the cramping and clotting at the beginning/middle and are racing to add it in?  Or are you starting over again with no break between?

Also, for the last two days, the amount of blood/clotty bits coming out of me is starting to become concerning.  So if you could address that leak sooner rather than later, I would appreciate it.

Sincerely,

Me.

In Which I Can Hear the Sound in a Silent Picture