Weekend miscellany

Someone texturized the ceiling of my bedroom with plaster.

Which color of ink would I use if I wrote this sentence by hand?

I read about healing and chakras today after a friend wrote me a note asking about chakras.

I intoned the vowel sounds, a, e, i, o, u….this is not IPA.

i did two loads of laundry, emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, scrubbed down the kitchen counters, listened to the birds and crickets, went out on the deck and admired the white wisp of clouds stretched out against blue azure, caught up on the weeks tv season premieres, and looked for books that I missed.

I thought about my health as I recovered from exercises for my underutilized legs and grieved for the ease of neck movement now of days nearly forgotten. My right shoulder decides to remind me that it still exists.

I listened to the CD my sister so thoughtfully sent to me for my bday.

i tried to listen to the news and then asked, why?

I read poems written by a friend of a friend and decided to make this list.

Goodnight, sweet William, wherever you are.

Remembrance

Image

 

Remembrance

 

Arm and shoulder

Of the left side,

Let me introduce myself,

O, side of the imaginative

feminine.

I ready myself.

Bend the elbow

close, to hug my body.

My hand makes a fist.

I may fight, or

I may lift my arm to the sky.

But

to reach out to fly

along the contour of the horizon

where heaven  meets earth,

here re

sides pain.

My heart arm may reach up to heaven

or prepare to defend,

but to reach wide into the plane

of the plains…

this contracts into spasm, cries out.

Arms of the heart/voice

must meet the land of S/elf/ves.

To be

without defense *or* assistance.

 

The fire of injury screams out,

“how could you be so insensitive,

uncaring?! Aren’t you listening?!”  

Turning inward to explore

desire for a full bodied

voice of gesturing sound,

I discover invitations.

To partner with the dance of

the elbow, where she leads me –

deltoid shrieks and then

renews

potential

for an other kind of awareness,

for an other kind of strength.

Softening into     

                        allowing space,

courage of the heart

opening into the expanse of

two                              arms

feeling da Vinci’s Renaissance

Vitruvian, architectural/fluid expanse of

radiating

–beingness.

She stands within me.

I forgot her.

She stands within me.

I welcome her back.

She’s re-membering me

resonating.

 

Mirrors for one another

smile into this aching center

that flips into an

impulse desire for

slow dance of spine expanse,

play of

de de de

de light ed

resonance, of wails

meeting spaciousness turning

into floating fields

of vibrancy of

home.

 Laura Hitt – February 5, 2013