Learning to Swing

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It’s okay

Let the tears

Run down

Your cheeks

You will breathe

In deeply

And out slowly

You will love

Being with yourself

As you whisper

To the trees

Laugh with the sky

And swing high


A divinely, carefree 

Little girl

Learning to go

Back and forth

Alone with freedom

For the first time.

© Salem Islas-Madlo 2013



The Wild Flesh

Image(artist Johannes Stotter)

“In the systems of body work such as Feldenkrais method, Ayurveda, and others, the body is understood variously as six senses, not five. The body uses its skin and deeper fascia and flesh to record all that goes on around it. Like the Rosetta stone, for those who know how to read it, the body is a living record of life given, life taken, life hoped for, life healed. It is valued for its articulate ability to register immediate reaction, to feel profoundly, to sense ahead.

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The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its color and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of nonconviction. It speaks through its constant tiny dance, sometimes swaying, sometimes a-jitter, sometimes trembling. It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirit, the pit at the center, and rising hope.


The body remembers, the bones remember, the joints remember, even the little finger remembers. Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves. Like a sponge filled with water, anywhere the flesh is pressed, wrung, even touched lightly, a memory may flow out in a stream.

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To confine the beauty and value of the body to anything less than this magnificence is to force the body to live without its rightful spirit, its rightful form, its right to exultation. To be thought ugly or unacceptable because one’s beauty is outside the current fashion is deeply wounding to the natural joy that belongs to the wild nature.”

-Clarissa Pinkola Estes-