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Folk Song
Let me enter the afterlife lithe not plodding.
Diane Suess, Folk Song
I believe in an afterlife. I never plod. Sometimes I crawl. I sometimes cry. Sometimes I climb. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I sing. I never plod. When I feel myself beginning to plod, forget to breathe because breathing hurts, grow numb at the enormity of it all, clench my fists and heart in anger, coil like a snake being pursued by a predator, I sit. I sit as many times as it takes to remember. I sit as many times as it takes to pay attention. I sit as many times as it takes for knowing to rest within me.
I embrace the hyphen — the dates between when I arrived and when I will leave my flesh and bones. That is my deepest desire. To be lithe in a world of hard edges. To be lithe and seep through cracks. To be lithe when vulnerability and kindness are the difficult path. To be lithe when the I am not yet is unclear and certainty flirts with questions.
Let me not plod. Let me pay attention while making peace with fear and doubt. Let me be grateful for it all. Let me not plod through seasons. Let me not plod as I find joy and awe and wonder.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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