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Every step I take on my sore feet brings back the memory of how they got that way: playing ultimate frisbee in the rain, then dousing our over heated bodes in the pond.

When I put my face in my blanket, I smell the sweet aroma of smoke, and I remember how it got that way:  standing at the edge of the circle, staff in hand, blanket around my shoulders.  You look like a king, she said.

I see my face in the mirror, red and rough, and I remember how it got that way:  learning how to move my hips in the saidi rhythm, or bending a staff around my neck and shoulders.

I'm back in my office right now, but I feel a taste of that same sensation that Lindau Nemesis spoke about: a disassociation, a dislocation.  My body is here, but my mind is still in the woods, and when I close my eyes I can still see the wheels of fire.  It was not a perfect weekend, there were major highs and some deep lows.  But at the root of it, I learned.  I learned new techniques and new skills, which I expected to.  I learned more about myself too, and my place in the world.  When the fall comes around, I will return to burn brighter than before.

In between, there will be more fire.  Oh yes there will.

Date: 2008-06-18 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silas7.livejournal.com
I'm glad you saw it too, that way I know I'm not crazy!

I was heartbroken to hear about the 4th too. Maybe you'll just have to have people up another time, for spinning and general amusement!

(I so wish we could burn in our driveway, but being on a main street makes it tough.)

The pond was indeed awesome: beautiful in the morning, and filled with beautiful people later on ;)

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