Thank you to my friend, Emily, and her performance last night at A Family Affair. Before she began speaking we sat silently observing a film, a film of a person being mummified in toilet paper. In those seconds before Emily spoke a feeling came over me, an urge, the need write, just as she had done when she had witnessed the original mummification. But the moment wasn't about me. It was about her witnessing experience so I listened and was moved as much by her experience as by my own. What follows is what I experienced in 30 seconds of witnessing.
Free me of these bandages, this bondage of self which encumbers and prohibits me. I am screaming to break free. There is no one to hear me, no one to witness me.
There is no one with scissors to cut me loose. It is I who must free myself like a butterfly from a cacoon. It is in the struggle to break free that the muscles are developed to fly. I must do it on my own. No one can do it for me and I must do it because I have the desire to see the light of day, to spread my wings and fly. Daily I do what I can to chip away at that which binds me. Today is the day, the day I break free and fly.
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