The rain falls hard on her shoulders
but not her face.
She needs to hear her strength.
as forgiveness allows the grief
of the shadows simply to be.
Levitate her innocence.
(excerpt from Covered Heart Soul Standing, CKS)
What was I thinking? I am not certain I can tell you that. I can recall the memory of positioning myself in the mirror.
I angle the mirror until I am comfortable. I notice my shoulders. They are slightly rounded over. Slowly, I expand from my breast bone and my shoulders straightened. I feel something different. So, I repeat this gesture. Staring. Allowing the gesture itself to lead the ink and the graphite.
There is more. My chair is within the visual field of the mirror. Slowly, I bring my knee up as if my foot will rest on the chair. Power and dominance. A memory that makes my insides feel small.
My shoulders remain while your power becomes neutral. Yes, she is levitated into her own being.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower