Today I found my center amongst the spring snow. The warmth of me, my cup of tea, and enjoying a little time to myself to find and express my center.
Today I found my center amongst the spring snow. The warmth of me, my cup of tea, and enjoying a little time to myself to find and express my center.
There is always space in the day to connect. Even if it is just the moment when I go out in the morning to pour my coffee grounds in the garden, I can take a deep breath and notice where I am. On this windy afternoon I stepped out and felt the elements move through me, under me, over me, and I stepped back in feeling refreshed and at peace.
My dream state is seeing the world as symbols, abstractions, archetypal images…
I started my dance with my daughter, as the joy I feel to know her is like being in a dream,
Sometimes I feel physical waves of bliss undulate through me to be in the presence of such a pure and delightful being! Is this a dream?
I connect most with the dream state in nature. Like a trance, I breathe in the place, the moment.
I can share this with my children too when I am so at peace.
It is easy to disconnect from the dream when caught up with daily tasks and frustrations with the children “making things difficult”, the business of daily life.
But stepping back, the pure dream of life is always there.
When I climb the mountain
When I feel the rain or wind on my face
When cold air or sharp stone grabs me and pulls me back
I feel alive
I feel I am dreaming
Animals, clouds, plants, stars pass through me.
I am nothing. I am everything, and I have memories from an animal mind.
I think I know something, I knew something, I forgot
Animal instincts sharpen then twirl away.
Stars overhead, molten core beneath
My consciousness a drifting between awake and asleep
Knowing, not knowing
Dreaming.
May 1, 2020
An early morning improvisation with a dear friend before starting work for the day.
Music: “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish
Embracing me
Celebrating life
Expressing gratitude
It is good to be 40!
I am going on my final trip in Indonesia next week before moving away. A solo trip to Solo. My first time going away without my son since he was born, and my last trip in my 9 years living in Asia before moving to Europe. I am going with my friend, Puji, who is an Indonesian dancer- also from Solo, she is taking over for me as dance teacher next year. I am hoping to meet Prapto, but even if it doesn’t happen, just watching his videos and reading about his dance style is moving me. I plan to see Wayang Orang, which I believe originates from his Amerta Movement style and Wayang Buddha. Wayang means puppet and Orang is human.
I feel a strong magnetism towards stone. I’m interested in learning about the history of places through the raw story told in landforms. Growing up in Utah, Arizona and Colorado, the exposed rock of the high desert and mountains has captivated me. I love seeing the earth from high above in an airplane and watching the patterns shift gradually on a macro and micro scale.