Getting Elemental

Exhale.

Thats what this space is for me. Its an exhale.

But, if this is my exhale, what is my inhale?

Of the elements. it is air that is least present in my day to day. It is air that I require most.. Air. Simple. Light. Uplifting.

Ive been grounded... by choice since parenthood... and by the general grind of getting through the day to day . Mired in the heavyness of others needs. Duty. Obligation. Drive. Earth, Wind, Fire. Im a champ in all of those. But Air is in short supply.

Air....Its study. Its mind. Its movement. Its flight. Its serious play. It moves the ocean. Its discipline. Its dance. Its laughter. Its me at my most.

Steve Miller ~ Fly like an Eagle has been rattling around in my brain on repeat. Over and over. For weeks. I cant shake it. https://youtu.be/6zT4Y-QNdto?si=tyvEZLPenBh4e0kT

I dont know why its important to interject the song at this point but as the volume in my head seems to have gotten turned up telling me it needs to be expressed. I suppose it captures the spirit of air very well. Though unlike a normal earworm, I dont think releasing it to the page will make it go away.

I hear the song now and my mind currupts it with flashes of consumerism and car ads. Its a shame. This song also carries one of my earliest memories of being about 4 years old and going to the omsi museum in portland or. The doors whooshing open ... this song piping down a glass coridor. Knowing it was leading into a world of unimaginable wonders.

Anyway, air. Its good stuff.

Last post I wrote about needing to write more. Well, thats not really it., is it. Writing is me weaving together the elements as they express themselves in my life. Writting is the result of my world being stirred by the wimgs of experience. Writing is my way to capture not only the experiences (the whats the whens, the whos and the hows) but also to capture and give expression to the less tangible and subtle aspects which reflect how the conditions touch my heart and soul. I sing only when I soar.

My one personal priority right now.. seek out the breeze. Find a physical discipline to revel in. Where can an old arthritic lady find a place to dance?

As a side note. The thought of slipping into shimmery dance tights triggers a sensation of delight and excitement.

And as a second side note, so far I have no complaints about hormone replacement therapy so far. Although it is weird to now be basically on birth control. .. When I dont really need it for its stated purpose and have not thought about taking it in 20+ years.

On the otherside of it all, I have to laugh when I consider that my very last days of fertillity truly went out with a bangbang. Isnt nature funny sometimes?