Take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh….
I’ve been dancing with mourning. Want to play with that? People do. Almost every movie pivots around grief and death.
Where does the body go when we sleep or die? Does the light body move onward? What if it’s all movement?
Asheville InterPlayer Joy Anna Hodges offers
Really a River
My love, I cannot help being a poet. It rains and my ears wake me to listen to the soul’s lullaby. My heart runs away repeatedly to wander the mountains in my distant gaze. Though my attention be called back to the task at hand, my spirit has already escaped and romps wildly through hills and fields. Really though, I am a river. Still and calm on the surface but underneath run deep emotions, blind movement, a strong tide that just rolls on. I cannot dam my lips when my soul floods over. I cannot stop the stream from flowing when life pulls me on. Each pebble and stick, I feel as we roll down the path backwards, frontways, side over side. Hands and feet and hair and toes all tangle, lips taste every slice of sunshine and speck of mud. Tossed between below and above, I rage a silent roar as I scream, cry, and sleep my way full and alone. How can water be so thirsty? And yet I am… parched for ground to swallow and seep. I want to make mud of this world, soggy seeds until they burst with life. I watch fields dryly all season until the anguish of jealousy and desire ruptures the banks and I soak everything I see. I cry. Jump into me with your eyes closed. Feel the sunshine on your back as you pierce summer’s stifling air with your body; immerse yours in mine. Face the darkness of the earth beneath us and slide into this cool embrace. Let us dance in the silent darkness of souls, sparking light when our heels graze space and our fingers stroke breezes that swirl invisible through time.
The One Hand Dance• bring one hand in the air.
In one hand we see the river of life. Does the hand continue to dance after life? In honor of the dance and our questions
• move is slow and smooth.
• move it fast. • move it in a jerky way.
• move it jerky and slow. • place your hand in a shape. Take another shape.
• connect with your body and let the connection move. Move any way you want and let your hand be a leaf on the river, a feather in the wind. Take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh…. a feather on the breath of life! In the dance,