We Were Never Fighting

Good morning, Dear Ones! Yesterday my friend Malik and I had the first session of Crone School where we talked about sensations and navigating the changing body’s changing relationship with the world around us. Every session of Crone School features some writing time, and today’s draft grew from that writing.

I squared off against my body

careful to block my face,

lean into my back foot

gather the strength to strike.

What do you want from me, I said

as I drew back my left arm

(aware of its surprising burst of power)

A winter breeze blew bits of dirt into my eyes.

Tears streamed down my face,

froze into icicles on the fine hairs under my chin.

Just this, it said,

just attention.

I dropped my arms leaving

face, neck, belly vulnerable

defenseless.

Ah, it whispered, pulling warm air over me,

now you know that we were never fighting.