We are creatures of the earth. We grow shaggy, mounted, ruffled, and hollowed. We contain rivulets bordered by matter. We grow.
This one life cycle is our only chance. While there are countless microclimates - and the length of our seasons vary - we are but spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Humans are vehicles of change. We transform and are transformed. Our every step sends a drum beat through strata. All things that live stretch the fibers. Each current is part of the weave.
The more agile one is, the more fleet. How to protect the bend? How to bear the winds? How to maintain the swift?
Our hips roll us through our every day. Our torso connects us to life, as did the umbilicus.
May the joints be well anointed.
Life might not get lighter, but the core houses one's power to lift the years.
Tashi made this drawing five years ago! She called it Hip Mermade)