I am a walking animal. I was built with the hardware I need to transport myself on the planet. Feet, legs, hips, spine, torso, neck erectus and dangling on top-the head.
Body Habitat projects take me out of wondering Who I Am. Out of measuring and testing myself to become a better, kinder, happier, sexier, smarter, more spiritual, shinier person. As my body shapes, listens; revives contact with natural worlds, I begin to wonder What I Am.? This question is new. I like it.
So far: vulnerable, unfurry, guessing, dependent, bony, viral, imaginative, horny, fussy, ground-roving, thin-skinned, predatory, muscular. I easily fall prey to nettles, blackberries, roses and small sharp rocks embedded in my heels.
Here are my new shoes. Patagonias from REI. I feel extravagant, embarrassed, happy to have them.
It is hard to remember that BHWalking project is about walking, not suffering.
Lily
here we are.