Authentic Movement workshop this evening with Gennie, amazing expressive witnessing releasing deep painful joyful wisdom powerful.
Gennie was wonderful, witnessing, giving us her responses, the woman is a seer, a poet, she is. We got into some pretty deep stuff, some of us. Yeah - I sorta was rumbling by the last set! Authentic Movement is a beautiful process. I'm always amazed at how deep everyone can go with it.
It felt strange, for me, who is so private, to cry before others, and yet I did, and I was grateful for the 'river of life,' healing, survival, continuance, profoundly so for love, loving, and then out to torrential rains, wet-through by the time I reached home, and a fresh umbrella and a 2km dog walk, she in her leaking red nylon dogcoat, my boots leaking near the end when we came to the park, both of us waterlogged, the rivers pouring from the sky...
Post the little pastel I did after the middle set, which I won't get into, but, ahh. Well. I literally had to force myself to go to the workshop, held in my area, so close by, I've been cloistered and very withdrawn of late as I come to terms with everything that's happened.
The nearly four hours we spent together, the small group gathered, the facilitator, her perceptions, compassionate, non-judgmental, helped.
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Sailor's Delight
the sky is yellow with rain
it hasn't stopped raining all Summer
the wet sky is
stained with rain
I rewrite and wash
my life
the pitter patter of mantra, or tears
sheets of rain
then I saw fashion colours for this Fall
are amythyst and burnt orange
like the fresh clean billows blowing in the sky
suddenly at sunset
it hasn't stopped raining all Summer
the wet sky is
stained with rain
I rewrite and wash
my life
the pitter patter of mantra, or tears
sheets of rain
then I saw fashion colours for this Fall
are amythyst and burnt orange
like the fresh clean billows blowing in the sky
suddenly at sunset
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