I took it “out on the dance floor” last night. All of it – the feelings of helplessness, rage, terror, and joy, too. Joy in community, in my body’s ability to move so many parts in pleasure and discomfort, in the sweet cold outside air and in the blasts of heat from...
The thing about waiting is that it’s almost always about wanting something else; something other – not this and not here. We wait for the offer, the start, the change, or the end. Sending an email, one waits for a response. Applying for a job, one waits...
In a wonderful two-day workshop with the poet, Ellen Bass, I learned about a poetry form she called “The long-armed poem.” About Frank Gaspar, the inspiration for this form, she wrote: “(Frank Gaspar) reaches out a long arm and scoops so much disparate, seemingly...
Last week I posted the first part of the first day of Rebalancing training in Pune India, 1988. Here is a continuation of that first day. Amrita stands facing the group with her eyes closed, arms loose at her sides. Sats gently lifts her hand. “We’re going to explore...
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