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

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

... and where we love


And where we love is home, 
Home that our feet may leave, but not our
hearts.
The chain may lengthen, but it never parts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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3 comments:

  1. HarlequinAugust 2, 2011 at 11:48 PM

    home... family, place, and love, above all. from whence i came, and where i go, visit, return, and dwell, again and anew.

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  2. christopherAugust 3, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    Thoughts Of Home

    I stood outside them,
    staring in the cold window
    at them, at the food
    they served each other.
    I saw them hug and I saw
    them struggle over
    all sorts of puzzles.
    I never really knew inside
    what that was to me.

    When my mother moved
    across the country, midwest
    bound, I heaved a sigh
    of relief...I helped
    her move willingly, hopeful
    this distance would help
    and it did, oh yes.
    Then I could stay near to her
    in my words and thought.

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  3. HarlequinAugust 3, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    Christopher- what a gift this is. please know how much i appreciate this. thanks for your words and your sensibility.

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