My defenses. Make them thick and heavy and strong. Build them up, proactively preventing future illness, attack, or hurt. If I prepare for the worst, I will never again feel the pain I've felt so many times before. The walls will be built up. Nothing will get in. Nothing will tear them down. I will be protected, and safe, sitting up high looking down at the world scurrying around below me. Untouchable. Unbreakable.
But then, I wonder, who will be there with me?
I forgot, in all my brilliant planning, to consider my heart. And in all of this defensive fortification, I've managed to shut out not only the negativity, but everything else too.
I'm fortified. I'm strong. And alone.
She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.
Here's a glimpse into my tangible...
- spirit
- We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
In the middle of things...
...the early days.
In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.
She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.
She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.
Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.
And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
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