Death Invites You
The Reaper lays a feast
Welcome, and a warm first hello to the newcomers!
I’m so happy you’re here.
This week’s theme is the Death card, which represents endings and beginnings. This card can be found in the new growth after a forest fire. Read my previous post around this subject here:
Currently, the transformation in my own life is happening in how I show up in the world: my mindset is shifting from one of youthful expectation of instruction to a more mature sense of my own direction.
Contents:
Lettuce
Marrow
Brûlée
Background music: “The Joy of Being Alive (Reaper Remix)” by The Lizzy Co Show
Lettuce The words inside my mind are lettuce leaves: All curled up, nestled in, tucked so darn tight. Some larger, sturdy ones can stand the heat. Others: much too tender to bear the light. Korean barbecue table sizzles: I sit there like a child, and marvel, calm. The bartender’s hands work a swift swizzle. My lover holds my own within his palm. I did not know I could want many things. I did not comprehend how lettuce grows. More experienced arms than mine, they bring The deft and sure moves that only time knows. How large it is, the universe of crave. I watch myself expand into my days.
Marrow I cracked the marrow-bone: so delicious. A slick of butter, rivers on my chin. I counted, on fingers, all my wishes. I gathered all the peace I hold within. It’s time to push away from bitter shores. The oak of the oar: smooth, between my hands. The hour approaches when I receive more. The sands fall into place, as do my plans. The feast is laid, at night, by household gods: Strange creatures, who love us at our lowest, Who bet on us, against predicted odds. Spirit-hands: please take over, let us rest. May the marrow renew me once again, Clear my eyes, and show me back to my friends.
Brûlée I went through a year under the blowtorch. I should have burned up, to a bitter crisp, But, strong women caramelize, of course: We gain our snakes. We learn to speak in hiss. Check out my toasted exterior, babe: I’m told the flames just make me tastier. (I think that’s just what other people say When they see me endure what brings them fear.) The blowtorch was uninvited, but, still, It touched my body, roamed with its fingers, And, even though it was against my will, The blowtorch entered, and chose to linger. So, sure, I’m delicious, and made to sell, But, doesn’t it matter if I am well?
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I will be walking to raise funds for AFSP this October to celebrate both my birthday and my continued existence on this earth after multiple attempts on my own life. I am now healthy and strong enough to walk, so I walk.
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Behind the scenes: check out this screen capture of me composing the first bit of Marrow.