I grew up during the Space Race and against the back drop of a mid century suburban childhood. In 3rd grade I started hearing odd words like Sputnik, cosmonaut, and spaceflight on TV and at school. In Life Magazine, I saw a picture of 2 astronauts floating weightless in a chamber. In the picture, they hovered the way a paper kite sits on the wind motionless.
I have spent many long periods of my life feeling weightless, untethered and ungrounded in my body. Somewhere on the periphery of my skin there is an elliptical orbit I default to because at a young age my body became unsafe for me to be in.
I started taking yoga classes some time ago and I have learned ways to be in my body and how to reenter it if I get stuck on the outside spinning out of control. It is God who brings me back into my body. I now have a place to call home.
I dedicate this story box to Laika the first space dog to orbit the earth.
