My Landmark buddies and me invent possibilities. They are possibilities for being. Sometimes, the possibility stays in existence for days or hours, others stay in existence for years. The possibility of being joy that I created in 2008 still moves me to this day.
I saw C, she of the 64 years, according to her birth certificate, the other night. She was wearing a skin tight, lime green mini-dress and long feather earrings like Pocahontas. She was lit up, magnetic, a leader. We wanted to be near her, to hear a word from her for us.
Next day, I got thinking about those feather earrings. I wanted them. Thought a bit more, “Ah, what I want is to be someone who wears feather earrings” and, lo, feather woman was born.
This is my new possibility for how ever long it moves me: the possibility of being light, sexy, feather woman!!