I crawl up the hill
My life too full to carry
I practice collapse
I’m writing haikus this month for Black August, a month of remembering and honoring our political prisoners. Wanted to share this one, which feels like an exact statement on my being right now.
I’m heading into an intensive Somatics training that promises to be intensely physical and, I hope, a good place to get still. I’ve been feeling at breakneck speed. I’ve been talking too fast, too much. I’ve been forgetful, foggy, so happy, so loved, so overwhelmed, so lost. I’m excited to sleep in a tent, significantly reduce my technology use, cry, be a body in a natural world, be in that magical place: away.