Rituals of Care
We put our bodies on tables in partial states of dress. We take a breath in like a stray, consciously and with care. The bed for the breath is our body, already folded out. We are couched in this calm and then we are not.
We put our bodies on tables in partial states of dress. We take a breath in like a stray, consciously and with care. The bed for the breath is our body, already folded out. We are couched in this calm and then we are not.
Wow. You describe the angst of this situation so well. “We take a breath in like a stray, consciously and with care” – beautiful.