A day like no other...

Working with narrative and movement, exercising the vocal cords, reaching in to find and untangle those complex,  beautiful and difficult words waiting to be born. Where do they come from? Where are they going? Can I find a pattern with my words and my body? Can I weave between these frayed edges, drawing my own pathway through a puzzle with disparate beginnings, indeterminate questions and gaps punctuated with silence. How I love those sweet and unnerving moments in movement! The confrontational places that ones body is invited into - the place where you cannot walk away from. Once upon a time I drew a simple line in my sketch book with the words, ‘today is like a day of no other’…. perhaps an obvious statement, but its sheer simplicity intrigues me each day I arise into my body. Surely today is really a day like no other! What happened today in my practice? I immersed myself in the ‘other’, the space between the familiar and the unfamiliar, the stretch in my body, the conflict and delicate poeticism between pushing, pulling, wrapping, unwrapping and clinging and pushing away. Always its comes back to finding the sweet mid point- the balance between extending and softening. Can I find strength in my body with a outer softness, a receptivity to what unfolds? Can I find balance between drive and rest? Often forfeiting the need to slow down to push myself to my physical edge, I drop deeply into a place of distance from my my path, from my creative impetus. Today was a day like no other…today I gently pulled back the reins, tweaking my awareness to deep listening. My body tells me its tired, its muscles are a little grumpy…what can my narrative tell me on a emotional level? Extending between left and right, rushing forwards and backwards, coming off centre I still feel largely in transition, longing for my tribe of dancers in California, missing my time on Lamma, re-adapting to finding my feet in the UK, keeping my focus on my creative projects, whilst filling the need to support myself.  To feel the emotions becomes an important part of the movement and healing process as it allows both objectivity with out letting an emotion ‘define’ one, and also allows for a patch of exploration to fully explore the feeling. Can I find a movement in my body, a stroke in my brush, a word on the page that ‘moves’ this feeling without losing sight of it? That allows for progression without regression? Lets see what unfolds these next few weeks!

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