First is the intro of the music and the slight anticipatory sway of my body.
First is the blank page and the eager word choice.
Suddenly, there is an intense looseness of my movements to the beat, and the feeling of fluidity sets in.
Suddenly, there is a spark of clear thought, and all distractions are mute.
I’m in synch with the sounds. Every pirouette, every move. All with explosive grace and erratic control.
This is a sad day on our street, our little corner of the world.
A man who has lived in the same house for over fifty years is being prepped for a move to a senior’s home.
Can you imagine spending fifty years in one place? This man raised a family in that house. He watched a child grow up. He lost a spouse. He saw friends come and go, but eventually he began to lose one vital part of himself after another, until all that remained was unrecognizable, even to himself.
Soon he will leave forever and one day he will wake up and nothing will be the same again.
I have no words of my own right now. Their absence vexes me, but my mind and body are needed elsewhere at the moment and so I leave you with Becca’s words.
Trust me, her efforts are worthy of your time. They’ve given me much to ponder. I hope you feel the same.