searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat.
carrying and being carried. . forceful, yielding. .
a soluble state of being. .
availability of moving and being moved. .
letting go . carried away.
bent by what escapes me. . .
inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.
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Today I enter Sisters Hope Home again. I repeat some familiar steps and at the same time, I observe what is different. I welcome the parts of this experience, which feel like a first time. Last time I came in… calmed… claimed… created…. Mostly in my own company. This time…
outside inside Hz Hz Hz 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, …__drums and sticks and stones and bones