Bloody hell. Screaming into the abyss. Scrambling to get away. Don’t leave people behind. Hang on by … choose your survival tactic. Wait! Don’t wait for someone else to save you. Lend/extend a hand. Sleep read write dance (for real or in your dreams) music Listen to tons of music eat good food drink coffee then tea get your ass out of bed And Do Something! Or not
Tonight, like every Wednesday, I go dancing with Clark. He will build an altar for all of us with candles, flowers, bones, a crystal skull, an antler. Then we start slowly, stretching toward a lone violin or a drum, The pace increases, the rhythm moving through our muscles, our blood. Sometimes we touch, or make eye contact. Someone, maybe me starts to shout. Shake the body, quake and shiver. The beat is chaos, frenetic, limbs flying. The girl in black with the long swirl of hair is doing back flips, someone is crying. We are tiring, some sitting, some lying on the floor. The music takes us back down, down, our heartbeats slowing, sweat drying. At the end, bells, one bell, many bells call us inward, releasing into the earth. The blessed earth.
Thank you Elizabeth. Art saves us. Your art saves us.
I read the commandments anxiously, looking for ones I could do. Turns out there were many. Thank you. But I’m missing something. Why didn’t Iris stay? Don’t answer. It’s a riddle. It’s art and it will save us. I had a tee shirt when I was a teen. I liked the color pink. It said Jesus Saves. I crossed out Jesus and wrote Art. I was on to something.
Bloody hell. Screaming into the abyss. Scrambling to get away. Don’t leave people behind. Hang on by … choose your survival tactic. Wait! Don’t wait for someone else to save you. Lend/extend a hand. Sleep read write dance (for real or in your dreams) music Listen to tons of music eat good food drink coffee then tea get your ass out of bed And Do Something! Or not
Thank you for these commandments. Keep bringing them down from the mountain!
Tonight, like every Wednesday, I go dancing with Clark. He will build an altar for all of us with candles, flowers, bones, a crystal skull, an antler. Then we start slowly, stretching toward a lone violin or a drum, The pace increases, the rhythm moving through our muscles, our blood. Sometimes we touch, or make eye contact. Someone, maybe me starts to shout. Shake the body, quake and shiver. The beat is chaos, frenetic, limbs flying. The girl in black with the long swirl of hair is doing back flips, someone is crying. We are tiring, some sitting, some lying on the floor. The music takes us back down, down, our heartbeats slowing, sweat drying. At the end, bells, one bell, many bells call us inward, releasing into the earth. The blessed earth.
Thank you Elizabeth. Art saves us. Your art saves us.
XOXOXOXOXO
Thank you for this♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Fabulous, as always, Ms Elizabeth.
Good advice.
Wow. More of that please. xos
I read the commandments anxiously, looking for ones I could do. Turns out there were many. Thank you. But I’m missing something. Why didn’t Iris stay? Don’t answer. It’s a riddle. It’s art and it will save us. I had a tee shirt when I was a teen. I liked the color pink. It said Jesus Saves. I crossed out Jesus and wrote Art. I was on to something.
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