Day 12: February 7

On the other side of the abyss, there is the beauty of returning to the dance in a new way.

On the other side, there are images:

a cottage with a view of the sea

you walk out into wild lands, origin lands, standing stones and wedge tombs and secret passageways and the sea and the seal songs and a village where you meet other artists, painters and singers.

oh there is song

there is a a garden

in the garden, there is a wall covered with dark green vines, and in front of this wall, a dais, a round dais and around the dais, grass and small soft seats for for people to sit.

the dais for dances and songs and plays and readings and poetry

what dreams are meant for doing and what dreams are meant for dreaming?

how much does it matter to do, and how much does it matter to be?

how do you remember the tree that you once were?

and remembering the tree, what then?

What does the tree in you want?

The roots are grateful to be here, to have their place, to receive sun, deepen their connection to earth, to speak so other roots, that whole humming moving truth.

this body is grateful for it own movement and the sound of the dance singing in a way that she doesn’t remember before.

now

it rained today

i walked a ways and handed in something that mattered so I can continue to be here

I sat and wrote

I slept

I awoke and went to dance

I ate a chocolate brownie, sweetened by platano and rice syrup, and delighted in it

I said masalaama, see you later to the woman at the bakery and she repeated the response to masaalama. I always forget the exact phrase. But I remember that it means something like, may you be protected, may the spirit keep you.

Aisa

Asi

like that