One of the exercises we did with Vanissar involved imagining something that you care about, that you’re working for, that you want, and finding an image or a few words to represent whatever that is, and then putting that representation into ourselves, just behind our belly buttons, at our centers.
This image is similar to the one I put in my belly — although not quite. The woman I imagined had an empty lap, broad and full and open and waiting. I want to find that figure, the one in my head, in my body, for my altar.
Now I am cradling that image, that desire, that old need. What else can I say about that right now?
(Feel welcome to use the image as a prompt: What responses or voices or stories come up for you when you see it? Follow your writing for 10 minutes — or more!)