March 13, 2011
from the comments
I spent some time as a live mannequin when I was a teenager, Rick. Shelia may have done this as well. We were working for a merchandiser who incorporated us into her designs. She was beautiful and kind and a visual wonder herself. She was rail thin, beautifully dressed always, her hair pulled back in a severe updo. She looked like a ballet dancer. She was not the type of woman we routinely saw in Alabama in these days. The live mannequin bit changed me, in a good way. Most shoppers would stand there and stare at us, in awe. But a few punks tried to distract us, make us move, blink, etc. I learned to be there but not. At the end of the session, I would have a slight memory of what had happened. But I always had the strange feeling I had left my body. I know now it was an early form of meditation. Before I had been a hummingbird of a girl, always in motion. But I had learned the art of being still.
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