my heart rises

we had a couple of visitors at Write Out Loud today, two artists working on an interactive performative piece for the Good Grief Festival Hastings at the end of May 26. The project was explained and a prompt given, a conical spiral, but not exactly, sewn onto a napkin, made in response to feelings of grief. that was to be our writing prompt. as usual I begin by doing nothing, just seeing what would arise

a lose thread

spiralling

getting knotted up

weaving

in and out

up and down

animated

slump

energy

pulsating

vibrations

all as one

the infinite well.

life source.

I feel the vortex swirl around me from the base of my grounded feet

connected to the earth

swirling with magic light

a force field up around my ankles

to my calfs and shins

my knees

muscles

articulation

movement

my whole.

my body gradually enveloped

my chest fills

my heart rises

I’m lifted

a cushion of bubbles under my feet

I’m filled with rays of light

hugging

loving

we’re intwined