Silent

        the edge of a cliff

working, moving, trying

Getting nowhere from here

Give it up, out the door into the night,

       move back into yourself.

Come into yourself. Here.

         -Sarah Hammill

Simple simple thank you

         word    stop   word

I feel like I’m inside

         invited inside

      notice    stop    notice

It is.     She is.

          Time is     .     Yes.

Shimmering   water   reflections

         of moving perceptions

         window

                  window

         buttons in the cushion

         the home

                  the shifting changing

                           home.

         -Ann McNeal

         The windows….moving….the anchor….moving

Body….moving ….body….stopping.

Re-member……re——–member……in body.

         I can’t hear everything, every word….

“Wow!” I heard.

         The anchor is moving….I’m unsettled.

and very curious. ….light….happy.

         -Eric Friedland –Kaye

         I could believe her presence. Some dancers pause because that’s the rhythmn of their dance, and it symbolizes a mental or emotional state that the character in the dance is meant to be experiencing, but I could rely on Melinda’s pauses to bring to me a vicarious authentic inhabiting of the moment. A real solid comfort and rest and trust in that very moment.

         I appreciated the windows of perception, it brought an image, a reminder of possibility for how to shift the way I see the world, a reminder of the unusual or not-rote channels that can happen through.

         -Laura Friedland -Kaye

Stopping Places:

                  speaking in public

                  giving clear information

                  loving my mother unconditionally

                  letting go of changing what I cannot change

                  receiving compliments

                  learning how not to return

         -Jean

Shifting perception, doors, windows, pillows. The pillow as “anchor” creating and defining space around the dancer then lost, dropped on “out” – illusion of space, perception, “anchor”. Then transformed again as “window” – mutable, pliable, not a stable view. Re-member coming through.

                  - Sarah Wilson

Prapto Kapkunka

    ahk eya pajmomenta

    newaka outu

    nowaka inko

    cushenszo amaflayzen

    shindo mashanlassy prapto momenta

         -Anonymous

         An inner journey made visible. A story of movement

completed in immobility.  All that was fixed became plastic, a cushion, a window, a vanishing of image. There was struggle here, where the sense of story met visual metaphor, met meaning that was beyond both.

         - No Name

Writing, listening, remembering

reflecting visible thought

visible awareness manifesting form

naming the nameless – surprise

seeing what was always there but

         not seen – not seen

naming the moment awareness

touches – opening window thought

disappears into wonder –

         surprise

directionless focus – journeys us

         forward

         surprise

moments of clarity opening

         windows in my mind

                  surprise!

         -No Name

Don’t tell me about me   Speak of what you are the

greatest expert – of you and this now.  What?  You

are on sands slipping sideways, so you don’t know

you; don’t know what is happening? OK, then speak

of the sand slipping beneath your feet, tumbling

rocks moving past (of the grit, smooth, rough, tender,

cold, hot…), now stopping, now starting, whatever. Why

would it make sense? Rusting and losing losing everything,

eventually, speak, move, sing to me yourself.  I don’t know

about windows, stationary or moving metaphorical spaces

here in this just now with palm clasp and

knees flexed baby, baby.

         - No Name

Windows of perception. Becoming

what we want to be might be as easy

as changing the angle we look at the

world from. If I think of myself as

different, do I simply become that?

Can I stop looking at myself from the

same window frame and allow myself

to be something new?

         Are all lines straight – or do we

limit ourselves by trying to be linear?

New frames for thought.

         -Jody Wright

Vipassana

         I wanna

                  Practice

                           Moving

This Here Now

                  means wanna means want

Breathing Breaking Blacking Bluing Flying Fleeing Flowing

                  Going Out

                           Coming In

         A Heart Full of Yes

         -Ellen Kaz

Yes    I found myself remembering Prapto

         feeling him saying

Oh Melinda  your question is very hard

How to answer you. I must think. Silence

Silence Silence.

He said, value. If you value

it you will practice. Even if

you think you may never get

it. If you give it value

then you will surely try

shadow over water

shadow moving over water.

         -Melinda Buckwalter

Physical and wanting and casting back remembering:

What was wanted, unwanted rarely what was

neutral: math.

Wanting. Freedom and returning, returning to

the ground, earth, crutches or no ( I grow old,

I grow old – an old man is a paltry

thing)

Somehow metropolis, gears and the future which is

now remembering which is now wanting what is now

direction unknown falling? rising? up? or down?

crutches or no. Wanted, unwanted and neutral.

         -No Name

Very powerful image at the end, with the

flying – I could really see the strength

on the dancer’s back, and it made me

think of the particularly personal

experience that a person with a disability

might experience her way of being in the

world – that her body has a grace and

power and an expression of self that is unique to her own self, and it

might be a way of being that is

very personally her own, since she has

to invent herself more, perhaps, than do

people whose experiences of their bodies’

abilities are more commonly shared

with other people’s experiences.

         It reminds me of a place in

childhood & my mother.

         -Laura Friedland-Kayes

Fly fall

         into pieces

held by

   wings

         holding

                  eggs

a baby sings

inside

the movments’

         echo

         -dean

Memories – falling backwards –

tumbling moments of stability and

         grace

flowing floating stumbling balance

long limbed tree – falling free

wings wings wings      to be free

with gravity upside down

waving watching memories remembered

stillness carries forward into now

         bringing us to vulnerability and

                  strength -  a place of

           quiet abandon dynamic letting go

                           Delight!

         -No Name