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Don't click your heels yet little girl...
Dec. 15th, 2009 10:05 amThis morning when the alarm clock rang I snuggled deeper under the covers.
I pulled them up over my head and just breathed in the warm air and counted to 100. I got up stretched, took a hot hot shower, washed my hair and then stood out on the back porch completely naked in the dim morning light.
I admit that this is not the smartest thing that I have done.
A small part of me was saying (in my mother’s voice) “wtf is wrong with you silly hussy you’re just getting over swine flu” But a larger part of me was fascinated at watching the steam rise off of the skin of my arms and hands and fingers as I slowly waved them infront of me. I felt wildly calm. I pushed myself on the balls of my feet, I closed my eyes and clicked my heels together as if I could fly away with that steam.
Of course I couldn’t.
As my feet came back to full connection with the warped wooden boards of the deck I smiled. Dorothy didn’t get to go home until the journey was over and with a little bit of luck neither will I.
I’m not “home” yet
I’m unfinished, incomplete, unaware of so many things. I have so far to go.
And I am so excited about it.
Something about this morning reminded me about the excitement of the journey.
Maybe it was sharp contrast between being so safe and warm and wet then suddenly sharply freezing and vulnerable.
No it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done today but is was the most spiritually healing thing I have done in months… going from the womb back into the world on my own.
I pulled them up over my head and just breathed in the warm air and counted to 100. I got up stretched, took a hot hot shower, washed my hair and then stood out on the back porch completely naked in the dim morning light.
I admit that this is not the smartest thing that I have done.
A small part of me was saying (in my mother’s voice) “wtf is wrong with you silly hussy you’re just getting over swine flu” But a larger part of me was fascinated at watching the steam rise off of the skin of my arms and hands and fingers as I slowly waved them infront of me. I felt wildly calm. I pushed myself on the balls of my feet, I closed my eyes and clicked my heels together as if I could fly away with that steam.
Of course I couldn’t.
As my feet came back to full connection with the warped wooden boards of the deck I smiled. Dorothy didn’t get to go home until the journey was over and with a little bit of luck neither will I.
I’m not “home” yet
I’m unfinished, incomplete, unaware of so many things. I have so far to go.
And I am so excited about it.
Something about this morning reminded me about the excitement of the journey.
Maybe it was sharp contrast between being so safe and warm and wet then suddenly sharply freezing and vulnerable.
No it wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done today but is was the most spiritually healing thing I have done in months… going from the womb back into the world on my own.
