I posted this on facebook today immediately after writing it. . .
free-write of the day: All these women, my sisters, they give them selves, they might die childless, growing old candleless, they are the living flame, they share their passion on display for all those who need a living temple to pray with, they are the beautiful ones, they raise their voices and open their arms and the mountains hear, outside these walls, and the ocean roars in response, the land it feels their feet upon her skin dancing dancing dancing, letting the magic in letting you in, letting you out, setting you free again All these women, my sisters, they feel the call, and they stand with me, a part, and tall, they turn from fire to water and melt into the small places we can't go alone, and they grow parts of themselves chiseled sharp and folded metal strong to rip open the bonds all these women, they can look like anything, they raise their voices, shout and sing they open their arms, holding everything they know they know love is everything they know they know the lonely whistle of the wind on the road in a long night they know they know the lullabies of water and traffic as they tour with the truth planting seeds like johnny, hope they grow what is a woman, what is an angel hosanna in the highest my body is a woman and my spirit has no body call me man, human, girl, animal, call me god, call brother, call me sister, call me friend call me call me call me Hosanna in the highest, do not be surprised what happens when you ask for help do not be surprised when you die do not be surprised when those die you did not help Hosanna hosanna on high by me, karen kunkel, today, inspired by: the women i love, and the strangers i see struggling, and those at Standing Rock, my love for earth, my concern over your apathy, my belief that gender and sex really don't mean anything or they mean whatever you want them to mean so they really don't matter and that god/spirituality is too mysterious to argue over nor define, and the feeling that the older I get, the more i feel a paradox of more self-reliant and more connected and a part of every being i meet. man, i cannot find the words for all the thoughts and feelings. i'd better get back to the real world and DO something. xoxo
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