Imaginal Rippling of Relationship

An excerpt from Make Your Body the Prayer

Savor

Drink, rest, soften. Immerse me in the thick of what I love. I can root here, I can be here, I can trust the deeper movement of my own river, held by gravity, caressing rock, being pulled inexorably on to the sea.

Imaginal Rippling of Relationship

Walking back from the river, I turn down the alley where I can see the glow from the trailer windows, my makeshift tiny home currently tucked into the edge of my mom’s backyard.¹ As I approach the trailer, looking in from outside, the interior almost seems like an art installation. Illuminated from within by strings of fairy lights, the inside of the trailer is covered in post-it notes. Every wall, every surface is papered over with tiny squares of writing, unaffixed edges rustling softly like the leaves of some strange forest canopy.

When I enter the trailer, turning back to slam shut the door that always sticks unless I bang it behind me, I’m brought face to face with all the words. Quotes from Nora Bateson’s essay on aphanipoesis, excerpts from two years of embodiment research, mind maps describing frameworks of animist practice, and scribbled ideas about eco-somatics spreading across the walls and ceiling of my home.