'softly, gently, night unfurls its splendour...', so sang the phantom from the opera of his name. well the night is blowing strongly out in the wee hours of manchester, the wind howling, announcing its power, and leaving us in awe of the elements we can so easily forget sweeped up by our city lives.
mary oliver wrote:
'you do not have to be good.
you do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.'
mmmm...the soft animal of your body. how delicious! with the cold weather bearing its weight can we find that softness, that animal part of us, our sensual nature. how do i find that? thro rolling around on the earth, on a dancefloor, on my solar fringed rug; in the arms of a lover, warm, receptive, playful; with big juicy tubes of paint squeezing out into freedom and form. what else connects me to that softness? my lil 3 year old beautiful niece, hanging out with a cat learning from its natural sensuality, naked in the nevada desert, playing with clay teasing it into ever evolving shapes.
i wonder what makes you soft dear reader, what connects you with that animal part of you, your sensuality?