So where have I been?
I imagine that's a question a few have
asked, and I apologize for leaving you in the dark. After my road
trip ended (it was a short one, even when I planned it due to
logistics and finances) I was still feeling... emotionally turbulent?
My giddiness was proper giddy like ice cream dripping down a child's
arm. My frustrations were dark ocean currents gliding just deep
enough under the surface to rip even the most
well-balanced person off her feet.
I'm still riding those ups and downs.
Some days I wake up with a deep aching in my belly (not related to
the menstrual cramps, though that adds a thrilling dimension to the
spasms in my gut and pelvis). My head and thought-feelings feel vague
and far away like a lost drum beat echoing in some far off canyon.
Other mornings my eyes open already set in determination as their
vision reaches far beyond the bed I'm sleeping in and the current
layer of skin that protects me from losing all my livelihood.
Evenings range between bittersweet melancholy that grips my bones and
viciously shakes them, to playful laughter and joy peeling from lips
raw from truth-telling and truth-seeking.
The search to open, understand, and
find the right degree of certainty and grounding is exhausting, yet
oddly peaceful in moments. I find myself searching for my answers in
the faces of others but inevitably hear the wounded wolf in my soul
whimpering and howling for attention and intention.
I hear you, dear beast. I've had to
content myself in finding sacredness in not knowing much of anything
right now, especially not knowing the future months or days. One day at a time is all I can manage and a quiet part of my heart
assures me that this is enough for now.
So where am I? I'm perched on a
rickety dock looking out on a wide expanse. The surface hardens and
swells like ice and boiling water sliding on top of the other over
and over. Underneath these layers are ideas and hazy ghosts not yet
completely formed. I've shifted to finding a place to settle for the
next year or two, finding means to support myself enough and find
some goddamn simplicity. I've a much better sense now of what I need
and what my soul craves. The wolf that wants to wander, sniff, and
explore, both in solitude and with beloved companions and the spider
that searches daily for space to weave stories, create, and express
with sweet relish and focused drive.
Expect another post from me this week, to make up for the hiatus. After that I'll return to my Tuesday morning posts. Much love, and much gratitude for this life and for the chance to just feel vividly and unashamedly.
Damn, you are good, Bebe. Your poetry. Just. So. Very. Powerful!
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