Running on Good Friday

I ran today and found stations of the cross along my path. It is my first Good Friday in a predominantly Catholic country. Yesterday I celebrated passover with the jews, visitied a sikh temple and samba'ed my hips out. My hip gyration are undulating in my effort to summon goddess energy. I want to tap into that goddess energy.

Today, I will observe some fasting with the Catholics. SOME FASTING. I already picked berries for breakfast and the ripening mangoes in my room are calling me again.

In my black moisture wicking, high tech garb, I walked past strangers rubbing their beer bellies and families picking vegetables in the streams, babies running after chickens, and sun dried frog carcasses. I fed the ducks and chickens who joined me some delicious, almost fermenting sweet corn.

My body is sore but not in a sweet sore way like with yoga, more like an exhausted way. I will yoga shortly.

I am mysterious today, friendly but mysterious. Sometimes the silence pays off. Especially, when you want to stay with some thought and internalization..... It's playing a game a little but not putting all you cards face up is a good thing I've come to learn. As Ito once advised me, evaluate before you put your heart out there. i used to think that being kind meant putting your heart out there but you have to be kind to yourself too.

I can still feel my hips rotating, articulating the acetabulum like never before. I love how dancers are so uninhibited with their bodies but am baffled at how at they are simulatenously so critical of themselves. A 100 pound girl with a phenomenal body will claim to be a piggie while anyone over 110 is "the fat one" or "the chubby". It is easy to see why aneroxia happens among dancers, lines look better if you are long and lean. At least there is belly dancing, where as my dance guru said, I would be good for because I have a belly.

Here, people tell you that your chubby, fat or big like as if you have never looked into a mirror. Upon walking into a front door, don't be surprised if you hear,"Ay! Tambok gid ikaw no?" (Whoa! You are fat huh!) I wonder how cultural statements like these play into the statistics of food disorders. But maybe disorders aren't even considered when people simply don't have enough to eat sometimes. Or could be perhaps empower, so yeah I'm bigger than you kiss my luscious fat ass you emaciated mass.

I read about this trend of doing random acts of kindness on dates! I think it's a rather phenomenal idea and something I would readily do. Now to welcome a date...

Keisha Cole also reminded me to "let it go." "If he ain't gonna treat you the way he should then let it go."

Let it go. So continues the stream of consciousness

I want some durian.