Finding Balance...

A long, busy day with a lot of movement and witnessing. Revelations were made, and barrios were crossed within the group and on a personal level. Beginning with a hr long movement score, exploring the relationship and transition between standing up and standing down (not sitting down), we were asked to apply the three movement principles that we chose yesterday; tiptoeing, striding and kneeling whist exploring this transition. At first it was demanding on my calves and toes, yet to fully wake up, then something shifted as I began to explore what it felt like to stand up and down on one leg, moving in as many different positions and at as strange angles as possible - now the focus shifted to becoming a game with myself. How long can I balance for, to what edge can I work with and what is happening to the rest of my body when I play here? Where is my weight distributed and at what point in the movement does it tip - can I re-align myself to make the movement more efficient somehow? What other body parts are supporting me in keeping my balance? And most revealingly, what do I rely on, in my body and in life? As if deliberately interrupting my play, a voice asks, what movement do you need? (thus, what do you need more of in life?)Ahh, I sign in surprise and relief as furious kicks take over my body, propelling me in all directions with differing intensity. I need to push, I need to kick, I need to assert…And as I close my eyes with this furious kicking I imagine all the red seeping its way out of the right side of my body, my anger, my sadness, as my left side supports me, and I finish slowly, with a sliding of my toes, my body whispers, sliding out, sliding out…