Auri: tender. mender. maker. breaker.
When nothing is right in the world, I mend and repair silent things
Tending, mending, gluing, newing. When everything is all amok and akimbo, sometimes the only thing to be done is to gather up all the broken pieces and repair what you can.
Sometimes you’d never know it was broken.
Sometimes you fill in the holes with something else and it’s not quite the right color but that’s okay because it’s still sparkly.
Sometimes you fill in the cracks with purest gold and now it’s even more valuable for the smashing.
Sometimes you’ve lost a piece and nothing else will ever fit and so you wear it and you love it anyway. Maybe you love it for that missing piece all the more because it speaks the inside on the outside, and nobody but you knows that.
(If I whisper these things to you, now you’ll know too.)
Tonight, no other music will do except Auri’s. I’ll introduce her to you soon. I just got her last raggedy dress finished tonight because I’ve been all out of sorts, useless to do anything today except repairs and tearing gorgeous fabric to shreds.
All proper and necessary projects with a purpose, I assure you.
And now…to dance it all out.
As light and lithe as she is, Auri takes so much strength and balance to embody. Her dance is all tiptoes-on-tiles and skitter-scatter across rooftops. She is creep quietly and pause—
Hold breath.
She is skip and bound nimbly up broken staircases to perch on precarious precipices. She is precision and control. Regal decorum. Joy, light, laughter, love.
She is vicious, vindictive RAGE!
(Do NOT eat her soap.)
She is deftest forgetting and cleverest re-naming. Affectionate, too. She is swimming into the darkest depths by alchemical light, then arising with the grimiest gunk and forgotten junk where she shapes it into treasure.
She is cracked.
Racked.
Packed full of power but oh no mustn’t never ever well maybe just this once but never for herself.
She is broken and wondrous and possibly, scarily, completely sane.
She is tender.
Mender.
Maker.
Breaker.
Always stepping lightly.
Except when she doesn’t.
Auri’s playlist:
Who is Auri?
Her author and the books where you can meet her: Patrick Rothfuss’ Kingkiller Chronicle
All Auri and only Auri: her novella, The Slow Regard of Silent Things
Auri’s home: The Underthing - and my original inspiration to build a green screen studio in my home for these dances
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The Ginormous Dance Project I’m working on tonight:
My Kingkiller Cosplay Conundrum - Part 1: The Obsession
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This resonates ...Love this !!!! I tought you were speaking to me this morning ... :P ... I am trying to do this with me...my mosaic etc... ...''When everything is all amok and akimbo, sometimes the only thing to be done is to gather up all the broken pieces and repair what you can.'' Again ,that is why I am here... And the playlist , just perfect !!!
I see the picture made with words. Even though they come off the page.fuzzy they reminisce and describe so much and make me excited to see what you create and what I create.
On another note, I need a telephone number to text or call, an address to send letters, and an email where we can possibly face to face chat.