Saturday, January 8, 2011
Here is mine
I come from a place where stretching within is dangerous, it's best to remain perfectly still.
I come from a place of soft lights and music and comfort and safety within.
I come from a place where it is okay to be a bit messy.
I come from a family where creativity was encouraged, and invention was expected
I come from a place where I know what grass, clover, white paste, and darkroom chemicals taste like
I come from a time when it was okay to feel the wind in your hair when you rode a bike
I come from a place where mother's were not allowed to cry or show weakness or fart
I come from a place where actions spoke louder than words
I come from a time and place and gender where body image messages abound, sometimes subtle, sometimes not.."she has her mother's thighs" - not a good thing? really? they carried me for 42 kilometers just to prove they could...
I come from an oak and a perennial
I come from a place where I am neither one nor the other
I come from airplane trips, warm raspberries, dusty talcum powder grandmas, fear, open eyes underwater, galloping horses, silky dogs ears against my upper lip, sleeping under blankets made with love....
I come from the ocean
I come from being too sensitive, always afraid, a predisposition to depression, knowing the importance of being kind...not always being kind
I come from raising 2 boys into strong young men, sometimes in spite of myself
I come with a longing to be stretched and make connections and grow into who I am to beccoming now.