March 24, 2012

Liquid Shine

March 24, 2012

There is a kind of magnificence in being human on days like today.
When you are so perfectly fluid of movement, and the well-oiled gears of your machine spin simply because you ask them to.
It is zen.
When your body moves the way it was intended.  When you find the light of being, warm against your calves, your feet, your face.
Zen.
When you fly the way a hunter should, a hunter in a time when they were regarded as life givers, when their skill and nature stood unchallenged at the head of the pack.
It is magic.
When your feet find their rhythm, their form, their elegant touch and go, up and down, forward, forward, faster.
Strength and weakness lean upon the back of the other,
creating an unshakable élan de vie.
Your unbroken machine, your cylinders, pistons, rods slice through gravity such that your hair is loosed from its band and trails your fire like wisps of smoke.
The rain begins for you alone.
Drops of water mixed with sweat.
A liquid shine.
The perfect song, the perfect movement, a sleight of nature pulling you forward.
There is no brilliant crud in the toes of gods.
There is no joy or laughter at their own foolishness.
There is no holding hands with their imperfections, celebrations of fragility, bowing to the grace and the filth of their Mother Earth.
I'd much rather let the gods be gods,
and keep the crud in my mortal toes,
laugh out loud at my foolishness and verve,
dance with my imperfections,
challenge fragility,
and roll into grace and filth in my lace and leather Sunday best.
Let the gods be boring gods.
I'd rather be human.

17 comments:

  1. WOW. This was AMAZING Aimes. Absolutely. Breathtakingly. Beautiful and I don't say that lightly.It actually brought a lump to my throat.You are a truly gifted writer. Wow.

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  2. Geeze, I don't know if I should make out with you or go for a run.

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  3. Aaahhh!! Thanks guys. You're both pretty fawkin' awesome yerselves.

    And, you know, we could totally make out, but I forgot to spit out my gum when I fell last night and despite obsessively brushing my teeth since 3:00 this morning, I still have that shit-flavored gum taste in my mouth.

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  4. You should write writey-writey stuff more often. This is stunning.

    "There is no brilliant crud..." to "..filth of their Mother Earth" made me swoon a little. Yay for being human.

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  5. I want to read this every day, fab day or no.

    Now I can sleep soundly.

    Uh mazing.

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  6. Awww shucks... y'all are makin' me blush!

    @Barb- Sarge and I are officially signed up for the Warrior Dash. Have you heard of it?
    http://warriordash.com/

    You. Should. DO IT!

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  7. Very nice!

    (visiting via Yeah Write)

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  8. "There is no brilliant crud in the toes of gods.
    There is no joy or laughter at their own foolishness.
    There is no holding hands with their imperfections, celebrations of fragility, bowing to the grace and the filth of their Mother Earth."

    Perfection. Loved it.

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  9. Wow. Almost makes me want to strap on my sneaks and start running...almost.

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  10. Really good writing.

    "There is no brilliant crud in the toes of gods.
    There is no joy or laughter at their own foolishness.
    There is no holding hands with their imperfections, celebrations of fragility, bowing to the grace and the filth of their Mother Earth."

    I do think though that we all have Godliness in us-so I think God is down here playing through us. :-)

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  11. Aimee

    I looked at the link you had for it. I am a little bit gung-ho crazy right now but can't bite that off yet.

    Good luck, though as I'm sure you guys will spank it and make it cry.

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  12. I'd love to feel that beautifully human one day.

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Suck on my crap