And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them. Then he said to me, "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live.' " So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet.. Ezekial 37

As she drummed, she began to sing out "Flesh, flesh, flesh! Flesh, Flesh, Flesh!" And the more she sang, the more her body filled out with flesh. She sang for hair and good eyes and nice fat hands. She sang the divide between her legs, and breasts long enough to wrap for warmth, and all the things a woman needs. From the tale of the Skeleton Woman

Tomorrow night I will be dancing with eight other women, in my studio, under the big round full moon. The altar is draped in Halloween bones, filled in with red, black and white fabrics and candles, covered in moss. Dance will be our vehicle, the tale of the Skeleton Woman will be our guide, and we women will be witnesses for and to each other. What profound work. Women showing up for each other. I love it.

What does this have to do with bones? The Skeleton Woman sings and nurtures herself back to humanity. She finds her way back. She remembers her bones and fills in with flesh, with blood. I have danced my way back to my bones, my flesh, my fluids. I am finding my way back to all of me. My bones hold me up. They form me physically. They give me shape. They are solid when I cry or when I laugh. They change within me subtly, without any drastic moves. That is good for me. I can be a drastic person. An extreme, dramatic person. It is part of my Brady gene pool. My bones give me quiet. I can almost feel and hear the marrow sometimes. It's wisdom is ancient.

So, think of us, if you wish, as we dance with our bones under the full moon. And as we dance, we will be thinking of you, and sending out a little whisper of a message across the skies...Remember your bones...remember your bones...

 

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