Dancing, Sweating, Screaming

Lost voice, lost earring, lost one contact lens (wtf?), bruised legs, bruised knuckles, elbows & back, elbowed in face, wardrobe malfunctions had to crowd surf to the front to fix them – Marilyn Manson show was amazing, and provided much of the aggression release that I don't often recognize how much I need until the rare times when I get it. Pounding boots into the ground slamming fists, jumping, dancing, sweating, screaming gives me a sense of peace, a way to give express and respect to the raging that goes on inside of my soul, give it release, and calm me in between waterfall walls of sound, and losing oneself. Almost akin to meditation, the degree to which it soothes what burns in me.

(this isn't my video - I don't like taking videos at concerts, I'd rather watch the performance, but I'm glad other people do).

And I am grateful to have a husband who puts up with this about me, or rather, is willing to ride the churning waves while I make mistakes and learn.