Moving along the River Bovey

Walking together, banks overlapped with ferns steep pathway drops - down into site.  Settling  in, moving through duet, skin to skin, muscle wakes muscle, bone meets bone.  Running water drowns other sounds, hear almost a plane, part of a bird, a hum, a rainforest.  We are programmed to find one other.  

Noticing flow of river the urge to submerge, skim, stand afar and look on. 

Soft moss carpets boulder upon boulders for skipping over,  lying on, snuggling in; a spaniel in fox scats style or dolphin at play.  Sensitive skin of forearm meets the surface of water, air side become liquid, blood side cooled, soothed, strengthened, flowed. 

Moved on all cells present.

Work in Progress – Dance Me…

Meredith Monk – Facing North

Man Of Aran

thinking about Cunningham

 

cunningham

Talking is talking

Dancing is dancing

 

Not talking is not talking

Not dancing is not dancing

Talking  is talking & not not talking

Not dancing is not dancing & not not dancing

 

Talking is not dancing

Dancing is not talking

 

Not talking is not not dancing

Not dancing is not not talking

Not talking is not dancing

Not dancing is not talking

 

Talking is dancing

Dancing is talking

 

Dancing is talking

Talking is dancing

 

Not dancing is not talking

Not talking is not dancing

 

Dancing is talking & not talking

Talking is dancing & not dancing

 

Not dancing is not talking & not not talking

Not talking is not dancing & not not dancing

 

Dancing is not dancing

Talking is not talking

 

Not dancing is non not dancing

Not dancing is not not talking

Not dancing is not dancing

Not talking is not talking

 

Dancing is dancing

Talking is talking

 

Douglas Dunn,  1975.  

The Bird in a Cage

Bird in a Cage

One of my favourite dance solos when I was 10.  Didn’t much like being photographed here, up against the William Morris curtains, I think it was because I had to be still for that bit too long!  Here are some preachy but lovely Morris quotes:-

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement; a sanded floor and whitewashed walls and the green trees, and flowery meads, and living waters outside.

Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

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