All of my being soars in to this, and focuses on bringing each person into the world. I couldn't let settle even for a minute, the possibility of a person stepping outside of the world and being alone while in the midst of my hour. So I pranced, I had them sailing off to Mexico, and climbing up mountains, and "oohing" "ahhing" and "eeeeing" with their mouths. I was shameless in every sense. Hands were tapping heads and noses and shaking in the air "making snowflakes." I had them hug themselves, clap for themselves, make a giant sun with their hands, throw imaginary cheeseburgers (I know as well as anyone, that's a way to get the attention going!) and crackers from their imaginary sailboat we were "rowing" (the imagination knows no bounds) to one another. Each person met the other with a gaze, a smile as they were "throwing" the items. A few "ate" their crackers up and we had to come up with new imaginary ones! We had magic balls, and sleds, and snowshoes.
Anything to move them into the present. And my moments were gliding along and all of "me," my "thoughts," my "opinions," were thankfully squashed under real people, moving, existing and being. I told them at the end, after having them pat their hearts, clap for themselves, give themselves a bow, to say "I did a good job." The first woman said, smiling with her big part toothless grin, "You did a good job." I took her finger and turned it around. "Say I did a good job, " I directed. She smiled and said this. Then I wheeled around the circle of 15 people or so, and asked each one this question. Some barely able to speak, some getting their words out in broken speech--no matter. Each one beamed and pumped out a word, or the phrase. One just said "JOB." But he did so with emphasis, with heart, and gusto.
This is life.
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