“woke to the first day of a new year and began sifting through the ashes, because what can we do, what should we do, what is there to do if not begin again?” This. ♥️ love this piece.
Am loving this. And yes, waking up alone on New Year’s Day is just fine by me, piled under my hand made quilts in a chilly home. So glad to hear that you’re dancing.
This reminds me of another essay you wrote recently about dancing - in New Orleans that time. You would know better than I what dancing means to you, but from my perspective, it seems like a way for you to settle into your body and be fully you. Or at least that's the feeling I get when I read about you dancing.
Sometimes it's hard to know where the dream stops and reality starts. I'm glad you found fire, and community, and a reason to dance. Really, I think we're mostly strangers here.
...So much better than Burning Man. ;)
Seriously, I really miss the desert peace and I knew this report from you would be ridiculously interesting and wonderfully weird. I wish I was there.
Keep dancing in your own way, love. Some of us are just lucky enough to be a part of it by proxy and feel a little bit more alive with each step.
❤️
Every time I read, I'm in awe -- and that sifting through the ashes to begin again is heart-stopping
“woke to the first day of a new year and began sifting through the ashes, because what can we do, what should we do, what is there to do if not begin again?” This. ♥️ love this piece.
I find comfort in that many of us woke up on New Year’s Day alone, yet together.
Thanks for the invite to sit by the fire alone,
With you.
Am loving this. And yes, waking up alone on New Year’s Day is just fine by me, piled under my hand made quilts in a chilly home. So glad to hear that you’re dancing.
This reminds me of another essay you wrote recently about dancing - in New Orleans that time. You would know better than I what dancing means to you, but from my perspective, it seems like a way for you to settle into your body and be fully you. Or at least that's the feeling I get when I read about you dancing.
Sometimes it's hard to know where the dream stops and reality starts. I'm glad you found fire, and community, and a reason to dance. Really, I think we're mostly strangers here.
Beautiful!