She got on my high horse again, the one who is preparing to carry the whole journey on her back, the one who is in a rush to be first to be right to catch her other selves in the act of criticizing her. It only takes an instant to untie the tether once again to release that old mare into the wild, and in so doing, freeing every one. Watch, see her students run into the night and day of their own making, her subjects turning into their own queendoms. The freedom to laugh and to breath come wrapped up as hostess gifts for this one as she again tosses the lesson plan out the window in order to listen – no to the words but yes to the meaning behind the impulse to speak, yes to read in eyes the desire to be heard to be seen to be heart. If you see her up there like Lady Godiva, throw an apple at her head and let her know the clothing optional thing is more about release than ever parading about anything false.
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Life as Improv 
How cool would it have been if, at the end of “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” the kid had said, “He’s not wearing any clothes,” and the emperor had paused, thought a moment, then said, “Yeah? So?” and kept on walking.
Perfect. 🙂
Oh Yes, Yes “yes to the meaning behind the impulse to speak,
yes to read in eyes the desire to be heard to be seen to be heart.” Thank you Marga for framing and re-framing this one ♥ Alia
I think you pulled out the very spot that my many words were reaching for. xo! marga
I know about Godiva; “DOn’t go half naked a t parties syndrome”, you were SO WRONG to do that SO WRONG, look what you did you wanton whore, etc.. What Joy to be surrounded by such high morality looking at itself so carefully obviously, so adamant and always RIGHT! Grrrr.
I adore the stream of consciousness in which you flow!
Oh, no, these were real events LOL!
So, I take it you have a flock of voices inside of you as well, one of which is the elder sibling. Isn’t it lovely when plans are de-railed for a few honest moments of abiding with what truly is, and needs to be? I catch myself red-handed in the act of resistance sometimes– often– and I wonder what the elder sibling is up to that is so damned important… Very difficult question to answer, that…
Why must the plan be urgently adhered to?
Because it’s the plan.
Oh, right… Apologies…
(Apples incoming!)
Michael
You overlap with the flow of my writing class from this morning when I prompted them to capture a voice living in their head. They helped me to exorcise a few more of mine, that and the apple! 🙂 You are a true friend with a good arm! I’m much obliged.