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

Friday, January 14, 2011

Sanctuary



that place where 
yielding
can mean 
something 
other than defeat


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7 comments:

  1. PunchJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:37 PM

    So Rare

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  2. aporiaJanuary 15, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    It's good to be able to find your way home.

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  3. the walking manJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:04 AM

    I yield all the time and have never been defeated. But then my sanctuary is one of those fold up traveling things that always looks for the highest ground.

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  4. gerry boydJanuary 15, 2011 at 7:27 PM

    a haiku in spirit if not in form. and so true too.

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  5. HarlequinJanuary 15, 2011 at 11:51 PM

    punch-- i agree; it is rare. all the more precious when one has such a place. thanks for the comment
    aporia-it's good when home can be a sanctuary, and it's good to be able to find one's way there. thanks for the visit and the comment
    wm-- you are a lucky man.... and likely a man who knows how to make his own luck. where ever you go, there you are. :)
    gerry--thanks! i was in a haiku kind of mood but was not consciously writing one. thanks for the visit and the comment.

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  6. UnknownJanuary 17, 2011 at 12:18 AM

    We are at the apex of our powers and youth, a glorious and elaborate lie: all bathed in elegance and ease. All the tearing and rushing urge of our millions of years of struggle distilled to this thin bony ankle, poised waiting at the curb, to do as the effortless will commands. So where, and for what do we return to that which we must eventually? Where and what is abidance ultimately: sanctuary? Is it not in a kind of release of vigilance of the timeless hungers and ambitions... a return to the things torn for purpose, but good for other things? A yielding to strength of the simple: in spite of our kaleidoscopic self.

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  7. HarlequinJanuary 20, 2011 at 7:25 PM

    andy-- thanks for this lovely meditation. feel free to drop in and comment any time!

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