A Little of This, A Little of That...

I Began my morning without moving from my bed to read more of Toni Morrison's "Sula." The book is absolutely amazing. I have just passed that part where Eva, one of the characters in the story, kills her drug-addicted son. It totally took me off guard! The imagery before the event is lucid, and it brings you to a place where you are feeling the strange comfort Eva's son is feeling before his unexpected death.

At the studio today, I continued to work through some material. My mother accompanied me, and I explained to her my theory and practice of micro-movement. She seemed quite interested to know how I came upon this practice, and asked if I'd read a book. I told her no, that I came upon the practice in response to pain that I was having in my joints. I explained to her that as long as you are listening, your body will always tell you what it needs, and my body led me to this practice.

Back at home, I contemplate a series of poems I wrote for my school work, entitled, "The Chronicles of Wild Child." The series is one that I will add to until there are many experiences in varied places that Wild Child has. So far, she has had an adventure on the sea. In contemplating these poems, I drew pictures for the first time in about three or four years. I was a little apprehensive, at first, but soon I felt a release as my hand journeyed along the paper with my pen in hand. This poem is the very first in the Wild Child Chronicles:

Wild Child wants to go far into the ocean
To be carried in the currents that will swirl her around
Where her body may be crushed by the weight of Earth's tears
She'll flail about, and try to keep swimming
Through the hurricanes that threaten to sink the ships
On top of depths full of fish swimming calmly under the storm


And this is a picture I drew of Wild Child:



Until Tomorrow!

~Cara