okay. what's to say about it? i'm pregnant. good 'n pregnant. and big, big in my tummy in which someone clearly, of no small size, is folded - no doubt uncomfortably. i can reach down and feel the long arm, the elbow. unmistakable. the forearm almost as big and boney as mine. how long has this been going on? i can't feel any rise and fall of breath. what have i done? i know it's got to be late. i press deep into my gut and get a heartbeat - faint, but definite. okay.
i walk around awkwardly, to say the least. Another pregnant friend is there. soon my water breaks and details (thank goodness) are lost. Before long my daughter is there, dressed and standing. She is black, about four feet tall, ten to thirteen years old. she is bored and distant, fiddling with her fingernails and looking away. and i am still lost in the total weirdness of feeling that jutting, full-grown elbow pressing out from my insides. I need to snap out of it and make conversation before she just walks away.
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okay. so a little quasi self-analysis.
when I was doing the Bikram rabbit pose I was aware that that was EXACTLY the position 'what's her name' was in. (We'll call her Sasangasana. Or Sasa.
Further armchair spirituality reminds me I was born in the Year of the Rabbit.
It's no secret to me it is high time for my own rebirth, that I am over-incubated, a bit root bound and so ready for my next phase it's not even funny.
I'm not sure why I am a black rabbit, if this reading is correct. - maybe so the name Sasangasana could be an actual possibility.
In any case: "It is a good pose to practice before meditation as it refreshes the brain."
Okay, first thing first. Refresh the spine and the brain. Then meditate. Then be born, with a long and ready arm.
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