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Recently, I had occasion to reflect upon The Broken Column by Frida Kahlo.
The following is my own response, an attempt to give voice to what's being conveyed in this powerful piece:
"You've asked me to give voice to this, to tell you something of what it means to inhabit this space.
But voice relies on breath, you see, and mine comes only in sputters and gasps these days.
Waves of pain, impending defeat, emerging sobs - all of these obstruct my voice, my words.
I could wail for you the sound of an empire groaning under unsustainable weight, could shriek for you the metallic friction of disordered connections, could roar for you the voracious fire that has consumed all simple pleasure, could moan the instant of surrender, disintegration.
But then, my voice too has been consumed. Let me instead show you..."
Dana Wyss Healing Arts
Breathe deeply, practice often, be well.