Body Writing: Self-Forgiveness
You'd do anything just to get rescued. You'd let yourself get sick over and over. You'd let yourself be had and broken by people who would really make the wound sing - who would make that open gaping wound in your midsection seem obvious, and who would provide that service with glee.
You'd be so open to just get rescued, you'd lay your rib cage open like French doors; you'd let anyone walk in with their muddy boots and take a look around. But his weren't boots, but dance shoes. Soft, suede soles but that doesn't mean anything else about him was soft suede.
It doesn't mean his implements weren't sharp.
Was it better - did it make it any better that his evisceration was elegant, in 4/4 time? Some might argue that it meant more, given that way. That the wound would endure for the half-enjoyable way I received it.
This came out when I gave my body a voice inside Body Writers, my somatic writing and healing circle. Learn to give your body a voice here.
