We live inside a story
and the story holds
the depths of people
we know now
a story is
a container of knowledge
—primal, not primitive—
kinship spinning earth
placing us back, freeing us
to participate.
second horse, third horse, first people
too much august not enough snow 
Yehaw!
i figured you’d know how it feels!
beautiful.
but i don’t want to participate any more
i think it takes an honest courage to say- i don’t want to participate anymore. and i’ve come to count on your honesty and your courage. sometimes i just want to sit in the pickup cab and will myself to not feel the wonderful abandonment these horses and their riders must be feeling.
I want to fly above the spinning earth.
you are spinning with the earth right now.
love it. x
i have since read your last post regarding stories we are more than. loved that, j. x back.
Thanks for this.
thanks back, kathleen!
This is so interesting in terms of some of the reading I’ve been doing/thinking about about the stories we tell ourselves? Probably not the level you are intending mostly maybe, but this idea of being free enough to participate, “freeing us to participate,” anyway, hmm, I am wondering what it would be like to have that kind of freedom maybe, and not having it in a lot of areas having a lot to do with the kinds of stories about myself that I have playing in my head (“I am this….. I don’t do this….. I am no good at…..”) Yes, probably not the level you are intending mostly, but thought I’d say, for me this morning, it works on this little level too.