Movement and stillness. Voice and silence. Tactile sensation and its absence. Being witnessed and being unseen, being deeply listened to and being unheard. Witnessing, listening; disengaging, blocking.
My explorations bring me here; my curriculum unfolds. I am present, a beginner again and deep in a journey.
I find myself moving away from words, into the body. Even the visual art I do is about movement, sound, tactile sensation. (Also color.) I am relieved to not be holding space for others, to be my own teacher, to be able to seek the teaching and teachers I need, to be able to cocoon.
I may not share.
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