something elemental

there is something elemental about gathering all those plates on my arm and carrying them through. something elemental in being part of the dance, the ballet, all the moving parts, when everyone gets in a rhythm. something elemental when i can move swiftly, almost undetected between the mob of them all washing, cooking, chopping. and i’m Floating. having the knowledge that the big knife could turn suddenly to the right and slice the skin on the top of my hand but doesn’t because in that moment everyone is moving in perfect motion. cognitive, communicative motion. like moving through the woods; trees, branches in your way. gathering this and that. there is something elemental about that. addicting. i feel strong carrying the plates, i really do. i feel capable. like i’m carrying jugs of water, like i’m doing it for survival and i basically am. balancing. there’s something elemental about that. training my fingers so that when i’m holding hot, hot ceramic it’s nothing, it’s almost cold. and i must say, that when i’m good, i’m really good.