My lumpy pulse felt like a cold egg yolk at first. A yolk that had been frozen. I know what a frozen yolk looks and feels like thanks to a colder than average camper trip we took this past Christmas. I learned that once a yolk freezes it doesn’t thaw out again. It forms a tightly bound ball and I’m assuming shouldn’t be eaten. The colour of my pulse at this time was a deep rich egg yolk yellow.
From there I noticed my blood, which is almost a royal blue colour. I am more translucent this time of year, which is a fun joke amongst my Haida family members – I disappear next to a beige wall, etc, etc.
What was the next rhythm again? Breath? Oh ya, that – carrying my breath all the way through my body – like a roundtrip commute in my day – I’m not sure my breath had a colour – more of a misty fog maybe with green or purpley-grey undertones.
Then the craniosacral… this always seems like an electric liquidy snappy syrup – not a room temperature syrup – heated up… less viscous (more runny) – whatever the right viscousness is to describe that. I feel like this rhythm is what causes static electricity – maybe because of the very few times I have felt it run down or up my spine – like champagne bubbles – yes – that’s the look I feel – warm champagne bubbles traveling along my spine.
where rivers are born 