Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
On Solstice I ended up accidently circle-dancing in a jerky fashion. It went something like this:
I wander towards the house after running away from a puppy. My friends have draped their arms across each others' shoulders and beckon from a nearby doorway. I join. Other people join and a circle forms because it's the only way that new shoulder-drapers can fit on the porch. The circle sways a bit, as circles of inebriated folks tend to do. Someone shouts "shuffle right!" We do. Then we shuffle left, giggling madly. Then someone gets a *BRILLIANT* idea to stick a foot in the middle and hop on the other foot to the right. It works, so we chant "Left this time. Left, left, left. Ok ready? Left!" The circle gets bigger with every pause and reversal. We do this until my friend's pants fall down, and he doesn't pick them up for a while because the circle is moving too fast and to break the circle means the circle all falls down. (We are all leaning on each other and no one falls.)
It was a kind of beautiful. As was curling on a couch, saying nothing because nothing needed saying.
Also:
A friend and I developed a short ceremony to summon the cancer fairy. We do it to welcome her presence and ward her powers away at the same time. Lesson learned from Sleeping Beauty: do not piss off the evil fairy by ignoring it! If you are willing to be a smokey cheesy-pouf, I will teach it to you.
Also:
I will be in the Pride Parade on Sunday, shushing people in mah fancy red velvet cape as we perform not-very-complicated book cart drills in the downtown streets. You have been notified.
Also:
We have two openings in this year's beach house trip, which will be Sept. 10-15 in Cannon Beach, OR. Send me a text if interested and I will fill you in on details, which I am not abouts to post here but will whisper to your electronic pocket device.
I wander towards the house after running away from a puppy. My friends have draped their arms across each others' shoulders and beckon from a nearby doorway. I join. Other people join and a circle forms because it's the only way that new shoulder-drapers can fit on the porch. The circle sways a bit, as circles of inebriated folks tend to do. Someone shouts "shuffle right!" We do. Then we shuffle left, giggling madly. Then someone gets a *BRILLIANT* idea to stick a foot in the middle and hop on the other foot to the right. It works, so we chant "Left this time. Left, left, left. Ok ready? Left!" The circle gets bigger with every pause and reversal. We do this until my friend's pants fall down, and he doesn't pick them up for a while because the circle is moving too fast and to break the circle means the circle all falls down. (We are all leaning on each other and no one falls.)
It was a kind of beautiful. As was curling on a couch, saying nothing because nothing needed saying.
Also:
A friend and I developed a short ceremony to summon the cancer fairy. We do it to welcome her presence and ward her powers away at the same time. Lesson learned from Sleeping Beauty: do not piss off the evil fairy by ignoring it! If you are willing to be a smokey cheesy-pouf, I will teach it to you.
Also:
I will be in the Pride Parade on Sunday, shushing people in mah fancy red velvet cape as we perform not-very-complicated book cart drills in the downtown streets. You have been notified.
Also:
We have two openings in this year's beach house trip, which will be Sept. 10-15 in Cannon Beach, OR. Send me a text if interested and I will fill you in on details, which I am not abouts to post here but will whisper to your electronic pocket device.