I was laying down on my blanket today, meditating till the ants bit me. Most of the time they don't.. I've come to realize when they do... Regardless of where I am there (for me) is someone near. And biting me wakes me up fully to alertness that I cannot ignore and poor ants are suicidal because it's pure instinct this past week to just kill the biters.
I am getting better at it, oh the the little pussy bites are so much fun to scratch till they pus and bleed...
Nice kuwa hapa
Bine sa fie aici
Bello essere qui
This is not a sexual turn on...
But still there is a subspace adreniadre rush from 10 to 50 little ants in my shoes and blwnets who sorta do this thing where they are biting me in a very military style all together now way...
And with it I trance.... Self soothe
Waiting for your patient paintbrush
Minutes later, I rise still trancing
To find an open gate close to the park...
Resisting the strong primal urge to climb the church walls as the sun sets with it's perfect footholes and the idea of the best view in town in my opinion of it, I walk into the gate, reminded of Ireland's cutural marriage to the state and city I'm in....
Thinking as I read the bronze info marker and carved cracked hard to read speckled stone...
Did I have a past life here? I explore the church grounds feeling pleased to find a fenced moment of solitude and peace....
I open the door hearing g music to see women dancing!
Oh how I've missed dancing!
Folk dancing with NO BAR attached and happy dancing women .
Even more pleased and cherished my soul felt as I danced to folk songs around the globe...
Watching learning wondering loving this beautiful body of mine.
We fly around the floor
Enjoying good company and fancy footwork.
For a few hours and I wonder...
How long would it take me to memorize and sing each folk song they have recorded.
Because it seems easier to not trip on the words than my highly skilled feet who's resume only boosts walking as a fluent language my feet speak....
And I think my tongue would have a muscle memory flash back if I did have a past life and remember...
I think for weeks about dancing...
And there I was.
