Bodies are moving separately in unison, wrapped in an infectious rhythm interpreted by feet that follow an instinctual pattern over warm, dusty earth. Songs never before heard, words in a language never spoken, come forth while arms are lifted up to the night sky. It smells of fire and power, confidence and fear. The cotton dress that once fluttered in a breeze is clinging to shiny, cinnamon skin. The drums speak to the deepest part of the soul where nothing modern has ever been and sensibility has never touched. Eyes closed in prayer to ancient Loa and relatives long passed are suddenly open, fevered and unfocused, filled with expectant hope, reflecting the dancing firelight. A quiet whimper becomes a primal howl loosed from a secret place...
My legs sway underneath me as if I were a small dinghy lazily dipping ever so slightly from side to side as the tide rolls gently through. Or maybe they were swaying to the deep, meaningful beat coming from my soul forcing me to move beyond where I was at that moment. A rhythm pulling on the deepest, most honest me for that moment and all time. Dazzling in its elaborate simplicity lay before me the next floor up in this spiritual skyscraper. On a plane I've only abstractly imagined was real in a world I was longing to feel. The secret is in the middle. Swirling eddies of passion are born from tranquil places suddenly awoken from a nap. Stirrings of possibilities. With no thought. No reservations. The fire is discovering new twists and turns throughout, igniting tender that has always been there but ignored. I am warmed, humbled and empowered like I've never known. Sensing a rhythm to my being that I've never truly felt or tasted. Something so deep I'm held to that rhythm now. Even as I lie here, trying to be still, my feet glide back and forth in a slow, luxurious dance while my legs sing songs of power with the grace and softness of falling snow.
In class free write with a visual prompt. I haven't edited it at all, so read at your own risk if you're some sort of grammar or spelling nazi... ;) I'm including the picture that was our prompt. I found the photo at The National Galleries of Scotland.
What the hell IS that? It looks like a shorn lamb in a box. Is it really in the bos? Or is it another manipulated image? Is it alive? Or dead? Where’s it’s mom? Or am I so unfamiliar with farm animals that that things is like 10 years old and too old to be with his mom? Yea, that’s probably it. I don’ tknow crap about farm animals. Hell, until 2 years ago I was scared of horses. But why in the hell is it in the damn box?? And is it really a lamb? Or a sheep? OR is it something that doesn’t even freaking exist? Who the hell knows? And what are they doing with it. Seriously if that thing is alive…. I hope it’s taxidermied. Yea. That’s it. It’s taxidermied. And stuck in a glass box. Probably presented as “art” by some weirdo artist. At a weirdo art show. That ou would never see here in little ol’ spriringfield, mo. This town… don’t get me started. Is that really glass? Oh my god what if there’s not even glass?! What if it LOOKS like a box but you get closer to it and t4he lamb looks at you and suddenly grows fangs, it’s head elongates, it’s jaw drops open and it lets out an earsplitting … what the hell sound? BAAAAAAAA so loud it hurts yor ears! And then it starts to chase you because it’s hungry. THAT’S what it is!!! A genetically engineered sheep. The experiment went completely wrong and now it’s trying to eat everyone! I think I may have stole that idea from ‘ancestor’ by scott sigler. Have you aver read scott sigler? I love his stuff. Started out on podiobooks. Now he’s got a book in print and another on the way. But I can listen to all 7 of his books on my iphone with his nify new app that doug designed. How cool is that for him to put all of his stuff out there’re for free?? Awesomeness. But anyway, yea, I think that the lamb is going to tery to eat me. I’m almost sur of it. Oh by. We are in TROUBLE DUDE. FOR SURE!!! HOW DO YOU STOP A HUNGRY GRENETICALLY ENGINEERED LAMB?? I HAVE NO IDEA. AND DON’T ASK THE GOVERNMENT. THEY WON’T KOW. THEY’LL JUST BE LIKE “SHOTO IT!” NO TREALIZED THE LAMB AHS ALREADY INFECTED THE SCIENTISTS DOG. OH GOD WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO HUMANITY? WILL WE BE ABLE TO DEFEAT THE CRAZED LAMB AND EQUALLY CRAZED DOG?? WILL THE DOG INFECT SOMETHING ELSE BEFORE WE CAN GET TO IT? LIKE A DEER? OR A CAT? OH NO. NOT A CAT. CAT’S ARE MEAN. I LIKE THEM, BUT THEY ARE MEAN. WHAT ABOUT A SQUIREL? OH MAN. THAT WOULD REALLY FREAK OUT THTAT ONE LIBRARIAN LADY AT MSU WHO THINKS THE SQUIRRELS ARE OU TO GET HER. CAN YOU BEIEVE THAT? SHE REALLY THINKS THE SQUIRRELS ARE WATCHING HER EVERY MOVE. DRIVES MY FIRED THAT WORKS WITH HER CRIZAZAY!
