 | Bekahbrunstetter February 16 | Hiding in the back of the theater, chewing on my hair, hunched over to protect my heart, I feel like a farmer waiting to see what her crops will yield. When something doesn't land quite right, I feel famine and locusts and drought, I wonder how I'll feed my family. When everything aligns and a moment really lands, I feel Fall festival, I feel buckets and sacks of grains, I feel trees full of apples. The right thing to do, in that moment, is to lean in to your collaborator, so that you can both silently raise your hands to the sky and whisper-shout, like medieval peasants, GOOD HARVEST!!!!!! I feel that joy of connection, that thrill of feeding the crowd, I feel fat off of all of it and very full. The moment passes. I hold my breath until the next one, and pray for Rain. | | | |
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