The blue∆dipped∆ravens are coming closer. Day seven of my offering to them. They are watching and listening. And today I am reminded, all the animals are listening.
upside∆down∆girl is reemerging. There was a retreat. She is returning now. She does not need the mask, she has the animals inside her.
Haystack and upside∆down∆girl received together, this mantra,
go in instead of look at
today upside∆down∆girl covered-draped her drawings of herself, with this mantra,
go in instead of look at
The last three drawings, the last three versions of her states of self, they had just one eye each. One pupil each. One iris each. Haystack is wise and focused. She helps upside∆down∆girl, reminds her to listen as much as to look.
upside∆down∆girl deepened her offering to the blue∆dipped∆ravens today, in this way. The golden beads which are from the mother of upside∆down∆girl, they move now from the box, to atop the book which is also from the mother of upside∆down∆girl, and only then, to the window sill, for the blue∆dipped∆ravens. The book which is from the mother of upside∆down∆girl tells upside∆down∆girl something each day, in order of the days, in order of the months, in order of the seasons. upside∆down∆girl got confused about the date. She looked first to tomorrow’s words. They read, now the magic begins. upside∆down∆girl believes in the book. It helps her focus, helps her move with the day. Helps her trust.
Upside∆down∆girl told herself yesterday, that today she should go to a cemetery. upside∆down∆girl remembers that this year began with her second visit to Käthe’s grave, to Käthe’s sculpted hands, to the forest which lives around Käthe’s grave.
upside∆down∆girl remembers that her life in Berlin began with Käthe. With her pull. She trusts Käthe. Her first visit to Käthe she was alone. She met the quick∆brown∆birds at Käthe’s grave. And she met the sharp∆gray∆ravens outside her window. Their claws tapped as they walked outside her window. Her nest was up one flight of stairs. Her windows faced the hinterhof which was open on one side to a street with no cars. The sharp∆gray∆ravens walked on the metal roof of the one story building which butted up behind upside∆down∆girl’s nest, where she lived with several humans who nested and who left often and a lot. upside∆down∆girl remembers, knows the tap-clicking of sharp∆gray∆ravens. She listened. She noticed. She listened for them outside that window. She felt less scared when she heard them outside the window.
upside∆down∆girl has been clicking when she walks through the hinterhof of her new nest. She clicks three times two-clicks or three times three-clicks as she walks by the ivy which covers the one story building which closes the hinterhof in on one side. When she is in her nest, she is above the one story building. She looks down upon its roof which is covered in a short∆thick∆green and tuft∆red∆grass. She does not hear tapping-walking on this roof. When she clicks she thinks she clicks to the birds as she walks by the ivy. She lets them hear-learn her call. She forgot that all the animals are listening.
In the room of upside∆down∆girl’s first nest in Berlin, the room where Stephie slept and drew and drank and smoked and ate but never fucked, in this room upside∆down∆girl was visited by a spirit one night. It was the night after she slid the furniture about. She woke and knew she had disturbed-unbalanced something. She acknowledged the spirit and told it that she would slide the furniture back. She did. upside∆down∆girl thinks of the hands of the humans who put Berlin back together, after the fires, after the bullets, after the killing, after the rapeing. She knows this is their city too. She knows that they keep it in balance. She thanks them. She feels their hands underfoot, as she climbs the stairs to her nest. She breaths their breath as she floats-pedals along the canal, as she moves through Berlin.
upside∆down∆girl remembers that the year began with Haystack and Mal. With her and Haystack and Mal together in the black∆hole, draped in Haystack’s golden velvet. upside∆down∆girl remembers how Haystack watched and listened as upside∆down∆girl went into a trance, as she was pulled by the projection of a pendulum swinging towards and away from her, as her body rocked front to back, forward on toes, back on heels, toward and away from the swinging white light. upside∆down∆girl remembers how, when she emerged from the trance Haystack said, you were pulling the pendulum. upside∆down∆girl thought the pendulum was pulling me. They were both, doing both. They are both, doing both.
upside∆down∆girl is still in her nest. She is moving toward the cemetery. She continues with her rituals. She places the golden bead next to the single stem and between three minerals, and places this on the window sill. She has been placing the golden bead directly on the metal window sill. It clicks as she moves it on the metal window sill, as she searches for the invisible divot which will hold the golden bead in place. After the cemetery, after the everything, upside∆down∆girl returns home to find the golden bead is still in between the three minerals next to the single stem, on the window sill. upside∆down∆girl knows that on the other six days, the golden bead was gone by the late afternoon. upside∆down∆girl takes the bead and places it directly on the metal window sill, it clicks.
If a ritual is working, do not change it.
upside∆down∆girl continues with her rituals. It is time to shave her head. She continues morphing. More asymmetry. She shaves her head left-of-body-center, three-clicks-long. She shaves her head right-of-body-center, seven-clicks-long. upside∆down∆girl moves toward her projection of the wizard∆peace∆warrior. Focused eyes, strait back, strong legs exposed, perked-up-squirrel-ear-hair. No wizard∆peace∆warrior eyes. She does not need them now. Oil yes. She smells of cassia and cedar these days of the early Autumn. She deepens the oil ritual and adds lemongrass to her ankles and to the window sills. She tells the insects with smell, do not touch me. go in instead of look at. upside∆down∆girl prepares herself for the action of this mantra.
upside∆down∆girl puts on her mother’s sweater and leaves her nest moving through Berlin toward the cemetery. First through the hinterhof.
click-click-click click-click-click click-click-click
upside∆down∆girl moves through the door and onto the street. She is scared for a moment. Eyes forward, strait back, perked-up-squirrel-ear-hair. upside∆down∆girl walks past humans and trust-trusts. She sinks into the garden and looks and listens, she does not stop. She walks past humans, on dirt paths, under trees. She stops before a church. She tries to go in. It is locked. She continues to move toward the cemetery.
upside∆down∆girl does not know why-who she is going toward the cemetery. She walks, she trusts. She goes in. She walks straight, straight down a path to Nikki. A circle of Nikki. A statue, two trees, birds, bugs, wind. Nikki is everywhere. upside∆down∆girl cries. You can cry up or you can cry down. Cry-up-happy, she found Nikki. Cry-up-happy, she remembers what Nikki taught her. She remembers that the last time Nikki spoke to her, upside∆down∆girl was being a bully. Nikki told upside∆down∆girl not to throw her-bully-words. Nikki spoke of how swiftly the human could run, the human who upside∆down∆girl was throwing her-bully-words at. You can cry up or you can cry down. Nikki taught upside∆down∆girl to be kind.
I am sorry for being a bully, swift∆running∆human.
upside∆down∆girl sits amoungst Nikki and the birds. A blue∆dipped∆raven flies from high to lower branches. upside∆down∆girl click-click click-click click-click. upside∆down∆girl listens. She hears clicks behind her. She turns slowly. red∆spikey∆squirrel is behind her. red∆spikey∆squirrel jumps closer. red∆spikey∆squirrel jumps close. Moves fast and freezes. upside∆down∆girl gets scared. Moves fast and freezes. They jump away from each other, both scared. red∆spikey∆squirrel clicks fast and loud. upside∆down∆girl squeaks and meows. She called red∆spikey∆squirrel, and red∆spikey∆squirrel did come. upside∆down∆girl is sad she got scared when red∆spikey∆squirrel answered-trusted-came. She sits back down. Try again. Be still. Breath.
I am a mother to nature, care for it, for it is my child, my self, my giver
Nikki leaves and I
Am scared to sit still, listen
Listen to squirrel
Answer my clicks
Have been calling, I did not
Know to who, answers
A human sits next to upside∆down∆girl. Close. Oma sits close. Opa fills the water basin. And rakes. And gives water to plants. Oma sits. upside∆down∆girl cries. Oma sits. No words. Birds, water, wind, squirrel, breathing