9/11/08 "baby carni bird"- camille "

(thank you angela for this album....flashing back now to your dining room table as i listen.)

my hips are protesting again. my left hip specifically. this morning, pain. most mornings some pain, to some degree. so, i stretch. over and over and over. toss. turn. stretch.... anyone who's spent more than 5 minutes with me sitting down has seen me grab a knee and pull it in, towards and tight to my chest in another achy attempt to get it. which muscle is it?! some relief every time, but never quite enough. still, protest aches.

my hips may be protesting because of my lame habit of wearing only the worst of the worst.. flats at work. heels at work. flips every other minute of the day. in every case, no support to support my less than ideal posture.

they also may be protesting because they're bored. no booty shaking here. no boogying or woogying to work them out. let them loose. let them move and groove. i've never been much of a dancer and have little to no plans on becoming one any time soon. so. they're mad. i can feel it. every morning.

no amount of yogic-type focusing, or race walking, or hill climbing, or lazy morning stretching relieves this protest.

my hips are so over me and my flats. me and my early evenings. me and my homebound, BSG lovin, i like to make chili and drink wine IN, ways.

in my next life i plan on belly dancing my way through the years. or, maybe, i'll become an olympic hula hooper.

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