Saving me

Sitting down to start this post the song appeared that I had hoped would surface in my Pandora loop -
"She's Saving Me" by the Indigo Girls....there is a calm sadness to this song...and sense of hope that begins an awakening of my own Empty.
"I was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my landlocked travels...
the sky pours out a biblical rain
the day so still the beauty gives you pain"

Empty skin has become a sweet
wander of small details
gestures of love and an
ability to want and lose....

and I wonder quietly where the Empty lives during happiness -

I think I am building something that explores both a sense of Have and Lost wound amongst small stories of the in between.

This one might need a script.

What I learned today

I love being in rehearsal
and
I make dances about the little moments.
The bits we think aren't paramount until a little later.
Its the small in-betweens, the transitions between larger action, that makes up so much more of what we have in our relationships, our existence in general.
The big things matter, of course they do, but falling asleep wound around a lover is the possession of the moment after the explosion, and just as important in the grand scheme of determining in what realm that relationship exists.

I recently wrote a note that was never sent, and in it I proclaimed:

I play well, I like to laugh, I am loyal and an easy going spirit generally -
I love affection, warmth, daily tribulations...words, music, raw emotion and clear intention.

I was able to name it for that note - but then I hadn't linked together for myself why those are the things I find so beautiful in this life.
While in rehearsal today I again realized that in this dance I am focused on sleeping, minute interactions and the small points of energy that create the larger whole of what we understand as love and partnership.

Memories and Currents

this was written and posted two years ago.

and now, here I am -

My question to ponder in rehearsal tomorrow is:

In a dance about an Empty and the juxtaposition of hope co-existing with a confusing and surprising loneliness - where do you place the next step? the good kind of missing.

the warmth of possibility. 

Tomorrow's recipe might look like this:

Start with a bit of Empty, mixed with a touch of Memory and a dash of Hope.

Or it might have some of this:

In

leaning backwards

into a sense of There

melting forward

to a stubble kiss

Flight is a blurry release

of

time

and worry

'til clear water reality

tumbles though

this cloudy mindscape

through easy walks

direct and playful eyes

catch

distracted question marks

with a warm request

of

Now

Ready....

Its finished.
I hope that you join us on our unusual journey through images and community

Gull(ability)
Monday Jul 30 - Thursday Aug 2, 2007
Manhattan Theatre Source
177 Macdougal Street
between W8th and Waverly...

a Work in development.....

Pro-cras.tiN...a.a.a-tion

Does anyone else hear the song "Anticipation" by Carly Simon
when you say the word procrastination?


hmm.
Interesting.
Well,
I do.






For instance, tonight. I heard it often.




Like when I sat down to write
many answers to many questions on a residency application due in 2 weeks.
or
When I sat down again to write a little about how amazing the moon looks tonight -












I found that instead I was tweaking and designing on Zazzle.....
here
Whoops.
Pro-cras.tiN.a.a.tion....