First, I got a chiropractic jaw adjustment, my first ever. Dr. Cooper is a miracle worker.
He started off my massaging the inside of my mouth which was not very enjoyable. And then he did that scary magic thing with the cracking sound. And now my jaw is in a different place; I am actually biting my tongue a bit and have a lisp, which the doc says will get better as I adjust to the correct position. He said it moved a whole centimeter. Crazy stuff. And, now I am wicked sleepy, likely from the release of all of the tension. Maybe tonight, I can sleep through dawn?
The second big thing today, maybe even bigger than my jaw miracle, is that maybe I will get my big dancing break tonight. I mentioned to my chiropractor that I was planning to go see Nick's sister dance tonight. (Also, I asked to leave postcards in his waiting area. Seriously, it sounds wonderful and you should go. It's about the Forest, which is very timely for me--stay tuned.) Dr. Cooper asked what I had been doing to prepare in the event they asked me to join them on stage. Why, I have been born to dance, as readers of this blog know.
But, even those with natural gifts sometimes need to use them lest we lose them. To this end, I have spent the week watching Shakira videos.
See? Anything I want, anything in the whole wide world. And what I want? Is to share my gift.
I only hope the world is ready. I fear the crowd might yell, "Give us Barabbas!" And then my dance would be silenced. Not to use too heavy of a metaphor. Or to bring to mind my favorite summer reading.
More than anything else in the world the Procurator hated the smell of attar of roses.
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