At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?
I have been longing to share my most recent dance from a couple of weeks ago, and yet, my life has been pulled in many directions lately...
I thought I would share a few dances from last year until I can do the editing on the recent film. Water was a very regular dance partner for me while I was practicing and I loved feeling so connected to it's various manifestations:
from cleansing waves,
to still ponds and quiet oceans,
to rain and flowing rivers...
... all were such incredible opportunities to be present and be moved by that which was present, moment to moment... as Momo spoke of - the call and response - feeling the call of the water and responding in-body, and embodied by that call... soul connection to other, moved to move...
I feel grateful to be a part of this blogging collaboration - to share our dances, to have the dance muse open to the flow of spontaneity and improvisation... from dancing soul to dancing soul... flowing like water...
Thank you all...