Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, April 18, 2009


You are holding a small bird carefully in your hands
its heart pounding and fluttering
its flight willingly contained
it feels your immense kindness
& restraint it knows
a fellow traveler
we sit on a rock & you tell me a story about the bird
how it came to you
how you waited, surrendering
to learning how to be with ...(it)
your burning neither prison nor sanctuary
& when you open your hands the bird pauses before it soars
not only,
but always
at times like these
I feel privileged to know you


  1. Thanks for this. On second and third reading, there's much to ponder here.

    There are fellow travelers in flight somewhere I know.

  2. The bird alights as it will for this is the nature of the craftiness of birds. It is hard at times to know if the bird is held in my palm or I on its wings.

  3. Anon Andon... this was a little story within a story; I like to put my thoughts into containers like birds; I often figure out what I wanted to say, or not as you might say; thanks for the nice comment
    WM--it is a good thing to be on and under the wing; thanks for this

  4. I like how you've put the 'it' in brackets. I am not fond of that word, it seems so 'non pulse'.
    Your words woven to tell a tale, with much to ponder on.I am liking your words very much, you.