Day 21

“Quake your hips.”

Remember those vintage fat-jiggling exercise machines in the corner of your parent’s basement?

As kids, we used to play on them for a laugh, putting the leather belt around our hips, and letting the machine rattle our voices.

Now that’s a quake. 

Today’s teacher in long athletic shorts and uncombed hair has one of those quakes. 

Not me. 

Not even close.

“Feel there is a ball of energy bouncing around inside of you.”

I’m at the bowling alley playing pinball. A silver ball bounces off flashing plastic bumpers, ricocheting everywhere inside my body.

“Feel there are many balls of energy.”

Multi-ball! 

Frantically, I slap the flippers to keep all the balls in play.

Damn! Just lost a ball.

“Now the balls of energy are bouncing lighter.”

I’m at the County Fair.

I hear the ting, ting, ting of a ping pong ball bouncing off the rims of tightly-packed goldfish bowls.

My body is the ping pong ball and I’m trying to get it into a bowl. There is nothing I want more than to take home a goldfish.

“Get down. Feel like spaghetti in boiling water.”

We’re at a crescendo.

Like a goldfish out of water, I flop around on the ground in a pool of my own sweat. 

“Let go more.”

As my body flops around, I let go more and more, joyfully diving into the boiling spaghetti of who I am.

My sensations.

My emotions.

My memories.