. . . WEEK 7 . . . TIME CONTINUES . . .

So then we sat, holding hands on a cushion couch- much like a marshmallow expanded 103 times its regular size.

"Yes, you can eat it” said the Lady, taking a face-dive into it herself, emerging with a whoomping bite.

"Omg, so good. You gotta try it.”

So I raised my hand high to the ornate sprinkled mirror ceiling and punched it down into the couch, grabbing a monstrous fluffy, almost half-baked cookie feeling, marshmallow-esk hand full and ate it. 

And oh boy was it Sweet. Not the kind of sweet at the candy store or an average lollipop. Oh no, this was an Artisanal streusel made by the Sugar Fairies. As if caramel gave peanut butter a high five then hugged a gooey-churro ball. Really no words for how Yumzzz this was. So tasty it made my whole body move.

My body just couldn't stop moving. I was so excited. And what was this? I looked down and my feet were doing the sickest fancy footwork I'd ever seen. Then my arms started doing criss cross robot moves so real, I was like C3P0 in hyperspeed. Then my leg flew up so high it smacked me in the head:

"Dude, I'm like a Moulin Rouge dancer with this leg. Lady, you seeing these robot moves?”

"You're Rocking it! Seeeee…here in Liminaland not only can we create anything, we can Be anything... including our body’s capabilities!”

Hearing that, I started doing AAALLL the moves I'd wanted to do if I could. Moon walking into pop-locking, gliding smoothly around the castle like Ginger Rogers, then spinning on one toe like the most primo-of-primo ballerinas, and then whoosh up I jumped embodying the essence of Nureyev, with my chest open and arms wide in a half dome inviting in this freedom where every muscle and fiber of my being was alive- stretching to it's full potential. I heard Nureyev whisper "For in this land, we fly amongst Angels." In that moment my spirit experienced what it was truly like to soar in the clouds.

Pure Bliss. I took the deepest clearest breath of my life, soaking this moment into my DNA.

How could it get better than this? To continue moving, letting the Liminal-fluidity guide the adventure... and for goodness sake, keep dancing. For Dancing is one of the few shared activities existing in both Liminaland and Earthland that transcends time and space. In each land, when in doubt: Dance. 

"Shall we dance?” The Lady/Candy Eye Girl said (reading my mind).

"There's a bongy-bouncy-cupcake pastel whhoompy fruit filled balloon space rave meets cotton candy-esk party going on next door. Wanna go?”

“Doooiiyyyeee!” I exclaimed.

Her outfit magically turned into a multi- colored Cheetah one piece bathing suit, with leg warmers up to her buns, her glitter nails snapping to a new beat. Damn, homegirl had steeezzz.

I closed my eyes, imagined the fit I wanted, then quickly opened to make sure this wasn't all a dream…

A mirror bedazzled in gems stood in front of me and o’la’laaaa I looked good! 

Yiiipppeee skipppeee it wasn’t a dream!

My hair was a hug poof of moving mini-ultra-brite galaxies. My eyelashes long and iridescent. And a Onezie so dope, it made the mirror crack… Full body piece, fabric made of a trillion disco ball’s rays, swirling in a pattern of dolphins with glow in the dark horns, cheetahs with florescent necklaces and anklets, and tiny turtles with freckles made of hearts on their backs. Ya, this Onezie was a living, breathing jungle ecosystem of awesome.

With a nod of üba-approval, the fully embodied Candy Eye Girl said:

“Now das vibes.”

I replied “Right? You’re Vibes. WE’RE Vibes!”

“Vibes knows Vibes.” She agreed.

Snap snap stomp stomp, we were ready to booogggiiieeee.

“The neighbor’s party house is just a few giant trampoline hops away, through the forest made of crystals and dumplings.” She said.

In perfect pitch and sync we sang

"Let's BOUNCE!”

. . . Adventures in Liminaland will continue. . .