“We Have Come to Be Danced”
/Solstice celebration was today at lunch for four “weird women” in Raleigh’s Pullen Park. We stood in a big round gazebo around a little potted tree and held what amounted to a nature-lover’s mini-peer-group therapy session.
Here’s an inspiring excerpt:
“We have come to be danced not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance”
I especially like that last line. Go read the whole poem. I’ll bet it will embolden you.
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