Our bodies and our art want to thrive and they are looking for material in which to do so. It’s just like eating clean food. Over time, it’s what the body prefers and we stop thinking about Cheetos. Sometimes. Unless, of course, you have a southern mama who stocks her pantry with such and you binge once a month or so. But as mama says, everything belongs in moderation. .
Growing up as a southern girl, this was a cultural thing. She actually meant for me to go put some lipstick on. But she also means to go brighten myself in whatever capacity I can to be of service.
They get their drinks and bustle around the room, still shuffling in slippers and robes for a good portion of our class. They seem kind to each other, and appear deliberate about starting the day with a steady purpose and slow steps. They usually sit down and look at each other right by the window, which I love the most, often about the time we are winding down towards softer and more supine poses.
Mom bought red satin drawstring bags for us to tote Benjamin’s ashes into Graceland. He was watching a movie called “Finding Graceland” when he died, and he liked Elvis enough to put him there. If Freddie Mercury had a house to visit, that would have been better but Memphis was drivable and had mystique.
This is a traumatic time in our country right now. Most people I know are hurt and sickened by the choices of our current administration, and everyone I love is trying to tack themselves down somehow to feel safe and less worried.