her world outside it
by erika
her world outside it *
this is where I learned to love alone time
and Albinoni
and modern dance
and the underside of leaves
this is where I found my quiet voice
and my silent one
and the one raging inside me that said for the first time
i am angry
this is where I began to listen
and first understood bird song
lake song
love songs
this is where I stopped eating meat
and began devouring my own flesh
and found forgiveness in Bjork
when she was just a Sugarcube
and Sinéad
when she was both Lion and Cobra
This is where I walked for hours in yellow rain boots
listening to the understory of the wet woods
a story I took to be my own
I can still hear
the adagio, the leaves, the lake, the wild, the want
And now, I sit at a small formica table in a cabin in these same woods
all grown-up
starting over
fork and knife hovering above my memories
the whole meal of my past, just a sugarcube,
ready to dissolve
*(from Birthday by the Sugarcubes)
I hope, with everything, that you are well.
I am well–a deep deep well, full of all the things. Hope you are well, too! xo
Albononi will always be a love
As will YOU ❤️
thank you, mama. I brought back such riches from this home in the woods.x
Oh how I love you…
And I you, beauty.
The tears slip quietly . . . I remember the girl of those Interlochen days, the inquiring mind needing to be filled. Thank you for the gift of You.
dearest sharon,
you saw me through so much–really saw me. thank you–it’s so good to be “home”
so beautiful, Erika!
thank you, dear candace! love to you always.
So beautiful. The memory skirt is strong there!
Yet another! You write so very well my friend. I’m excited for more.
Thank you, sir! x