gods of feeling

a chaotic incantation

hi there deep diver,

I share with you across space and time a bricolage of questions, words, and movement that needed to move through and out on this rainy day.  

How does the body navigate open space? Physically, psychically?

How does the body tell me to flock, flee, or stand firm right where I am?

How does the body know they are not alone?

Worming through stuckness. Contextualizing fears. Scanning through thought spirals that throw knives at the self, embarrassment of self-isolation, fatigue with cycles of forgetting, and heavy heartedness for the fragility of political home/community/vision. 

Numbness is most terrifying. Brain fog, dissociation, sleepy sleepy, apathy. I see you and love you and I am right next to you, eye level, patient with the fire kindling within.  

Body, avail me to the sensuous world 
in all its pain and beauty
may I fall and risk 
love, bruises, broken bones
liberation
failure
ecstasy

gods of feeling
i dance to you 

with breath and muscle,

em

p.s. I never turned paid subscriptions back on since I paused them in July. Current rhythms do not lend themselves to writing consistently here. So, in effort to hold onto deep shift more lightly and free-ly, there is no more paywall. I’ll let ya know if that ever changes. Much much gratitude to all who have supported my writing, thinking, and dancing here!