A space to land
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“...”And so I ask:
What is domestic here?
And how can I learn from the women before me, from the lineages passed down,
how to bring the wild back into my life?
To continue as a lineage carrier,
one who remembers the difference between these two words,
and the stories they tell about us, as women....””
“...”The story began to unravel.
Ah perfection: devotion to only a certain, particular kind of space, feeling, moment in time. I see it, and it is begging me for a reframing.
What else can I be?
How else can you be?
Hm, yes I seem to have developed the need to perfect my devotion.
And in doing so, the breathing room to be in it is made smaller and smaller, almost until it’s gone.....””
“...”The bones that sit inside of me are not only my own.
The way my legs walk in this world has been gifted to me
by everyone I have ever loved.
Like the stars, born from dust, I too come from a far-back place.
Inside me, I carry the seeds of our lineage, waiting to become new bones that walk. Gifted from me, to them......””