Returning

Awakening at that hour of stillness and quietude before the sun has stretched, the air wringing itself of sleep, silence enshrouds me. Being back in the country, in my motherland, I have a yearning to write all day, to gather my feelings and synchronize rise them with my breath, to blow them into the air with abandonment and hope, to chisel the words my body aches to release. The dance of return, a beautiful metaphor for the carving of my path forward. Four years ago I did indeed return home, locking myself away in my words, I wrote my MA thesis about a boy yearning to reach the centre of his country - his heartland, his existence, the centre of language…The Heart of the Heart of the Country. I too yearned to reach the heart of….something, breaking down and reassembling the aesthetic experience as if this relationship with the text was somehow teaching me on a profound level, (only to become obvious years later) about the reversals and complexities of being.
    With movement and growth, I arrive once again at this heart point, journeying to the centre of my body to unravel the creative energy that painted these words on my page. I too yearn to find a place in the country - my roots, a meaning in that which unfolds in the magic space between movement and creative articulation. The synchronicities between art and life become poetic symbols for my own self-exploratory process. It seems natural then that my heart resonates with those words of four years ago, this time with the wisdom of the body. I wait with anticipation to see what comes to me, arriving at the heart, this place of ….