25 May 2011

the calling

lost in between time zones - the west holds me in its palm. where I was born, a country with daffodils, bullfrogs and thunderstorms cradles the child yearning for 4 seasons and ever changing cloud formations. space time comes to me in sleep asking if I want to enter Pleides but I am not ready to jump so far into the unknown yet. a duckling body and swan face. sun brings warmth and a likeness to all those that breathe. it is our pleasure to bring forth sacred sound from before the physical era began. all souls recognize the calling eventually; its a calling to return home. the artist paints finger paintings in the sky. nothing lasts except the nothing underneath the silence. we run towards and away every in and out breath.

15 May 2011

dance my life- live my dance (a spiral conversation)

the notion that dancing informs life and life informs my dance is something I am just starting to explore. i have never thought of dance in such a way that it can actually inform my life. although it may be "silent", it speaks. it is a language. what is it that is needing to be expressed that comes through my dance? subconscious elements can surface through the medium of dance and movement.
i have just spent the past two days in a training with Anna Halprin. A 90 year old storehouse of knowledge, spirit, zest and gentleness, Anna is a living treasure. This weekend was about the felt, kinesthetic experience. connection with others. trusting in another.

13 May 2011

fool on the hill

Joni sings: "I wish I had a river, I could skate away on..."

I keep thinking I should just give up. give in. not as noble sounding as surrendering. but maybe the spirit behind it ends up being the same thing in the end. what "giving up" leads to is indeed surrendering once the phase of self pity is fully experienced. right? maybe...

I have spent so many of my days longing. what am I longing for? really? longing for another person to share in my experience of this crazy whirlwind of a life? is that really it? today i wanted to give up. I, Emily Lewis, lead a solitary life in many ways. solitary in my waking, solitary in my sleeping. solitary in shopping, dancing, cooking, eating, praying, weeping, laughing, hiking, biking, walking, smiling, singing, searching for truth, writing about searching for truth, thinking, thinking about not thinking...the list goes on.