not an oxymoron
Posted in On Practices, Retreat on Feb 25th, 2008
I’m impulsive. (I’m not the only one.)
Can’t stay. Gotta go. Got to eat, to sleep, get away, get more, get noticed, be alone. It’s a speed world, and I often feel that my identity has shaken down into shorthand, a self-understanding so hastily scrawled it’s hard to decipher what my self originally meant. I’m a […]
Posted in Movement Monastery, On Practices on Jan 21st, 2008
I wrote the following after a whirling night at Winter Monastery. It came out first as fragments and poetry about the feelings left in my body as I lay on the rug afterwards. A few written drafts later they sorted into this:
After whirling I remembered how my body used to be color blocks in a […]
Posted in On Practices on Jan 18th, 2008
At workshop this evening I focused intently on my movement and breathing for quite a while, then, as the beautiful Mircan (Kul & Ashes) played, I dropped through. My thoughts melted into blackness and I ‘was carried’ by motion, no longer sending it from my thoughts into my body. This is the essential core of […]