Body aching
Body fatigued, finding the path to something clearer, in focus.
Bodies ping, bodies pong.
Molecules finding each other, making connections, splitting, spreading
Action--reaction, bounce, fly, space, reverberate, ooze
Eyes closed, where did my body go?
In and out, touching, weaving, through
How do we link to one, two, all?
All things connect from the past to now and shape what will come but
All we have is now.
Where is my body now?
Searching arms find shape, skin, darkness, slow-slower-slowest
Still.
Silence.
Breathe:
Repeat.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Support and Searching Limbs (Authentic Movement: 1/11/2012)
...the relationship has gone past dualities. I've found another energy there and that relationship is still there, it's never ending [straight line became a circle].
***
Finding softness, weight eased into my back. I was there for her and she was there for me.
Warmth, heat, comfort.
Warmth...Home.
I saw trying to fit into something, feet shifting and struggling, determined to make it all work.
I saw groundedness, solidarity, connection to what is above, beneath, ahead and behind.
Palms, forearms, shoulders, wingspan move to uplift, create shape, embody upward movement, stability.
I found a stillness but was still moving, pulsing.
I walked forward, palms out and up--ready to give, ready to receive.
Our arms danced and played.
We found touch and focal points of support and discovered Our rhythm.
We stay connected. We swayed and rocked, ebbed and flowed, sharing, meeting each other.
When I opened my eyes it was a "hello" to my perfect reflection.
***
Finding softness, weight eased into my back. I was there for her and she was there for me.
Warmth, heat, comfort.
Warmth...Home.
I saw trying to fit into something, feet shifting and struggling, determined to make it all work.
I saw groundedness, solidarity, connection to what is above, beneath, ahead and behind.
Palms, forearms, shoulders, wingspan move to uplift, create shape, embody upward movement, stability.
I found a stillness but was still moving, pulsing.
I walked forward, palms out and up--ready to give, ready to receive.
Our arms danced and played.
We found touch and focal points of support and discovered Our rhythm.
We stay connected. We swayed and rocked, ebbed and flowed, sharing, meeting each other.
When I opened my eyes it was a "hello" to my perfect reflection.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
After Project Agent Orange (PAO) rehearsal: 1/10/2012
...I plugged my ear and could not find my heartbeat.
When finally, one end met the other, closed the circuit to the outside world and there it was:
I heard the song from within me--my song.
The quiet gave way to the pulsating, the ebb and flow, of life force that was created from finding
My heart, My rhythm.
...How does one mold her own body to contain another who does not have connection to all of his limbs?
...After witnessing the pictures and getting into the space of being out-of-body, my chest resonated with wanting to pick up this baby, my baby, and find a way to rock...
On the way home: I had to get in my own space and thrash and dance--move--to celebrate the body I do have and all that I can do with it! "...celebrate we will...'cause life is short but sweet for certain..." (DMB, Two Step)
When finally, one end met the other, closed the circuit to the outside world and there it was:
I heard the song from within me--my song.
The quiet gave way to the pulsating, the ebb and flow, of life force that was created from finding
My heart, My rhythm.
...How does one mold her own body to contain another who does not have connection to all of his limbs?
...After witnessing the pictures and getting into the space of being out-of-body, my chest resonated with wanting to pick up this baby, my baby, and find a way to rock...
On the way home: I had to get in my own space and thrash and dance--move--to celebrate the body I do have and all that I can do with it! "...celebrate we will...'cause life is short but sweet for certain..." (DMB, Two Step)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Two Months Down, a Year and a Half and Thesis to Go...
Almost two months into my training and I know it to be taxing, exhausting and worth every minute of it!!!! It's not just the schedule (Mondays and Wednesday class starting at 8:30am and Tuesdays and Thursday clinical internship starting at 8:45am, and a few hours on Fridays) but it's also what it takes to do this kind of work.
They say in the field that to be able to help someone else sit with his/her dark stuff, you must first be able to sit with your own. That is part of this training: the self-unraveling to dig up your own dark stuff so that you can have it revealed to you, face it, practice meeting it and sit with it. It's also imperative to know what you will come up against, what triggers you, what you react to, what you will negotiate in yourself and realize that these are things you will bring into a session and to a patient. And it's okay!!! So far, I and other classmates have had our breakdowns, our non-verbal peeling back of the onion layers and we only have another year and a half to go with a second clinical placement (and how did I forget our thesis?!!!?). But hopefully, we will graduate with the knowledge that our capacities as human beings and human beings in a helping profession go far beyond a scope we ever could have imagined.
With that, I offer this quote that speaks to the beauty of the human imperfections that the DMT balances and works within.
(And now back to my paper due tomorrow).
"Regardless of their expertise, therapists should explore a range of movement structures for the purpose of enlarging their repertoire of responses, testing the ability to loosen and retain boundaries of self, working with containment of self and others, sharpening countertransference awareness, and opening themselves to experiencing the tensions, fears, and pain of others within their own viscera and musculature. Questions arise which can only be answered in exploration through movement, such as the dance therapist's possible issue of overidentification, projection of self onto patients, and use of space, strength, passivity, and energy in relation to others." --Foundations of Dance/Movement Therapy: The Life and Work of Marian Chace
They say in the field that to be able to help someone else sit with his/her dark stuff, you must first be able to sit with your own. That is part of this training: the self-unraveling to dig up your own dark stuff so that you can have it revealed to you, face it, practice meeting it and sit with it. It's also imperative to know what you will come up against, what triggers you, what you react to, what you will negotiate in yourself and realize that these are things you will bring into a session and to a patient. And it's okay!!! So far, I and other classmates have had our breakdowns, our non-verbal peeling back of the onion layers and we only have another year and a half to go with a second clinical placement (and how did I forget our thesis?!!!?). But hopefully, we will graduate with the knowledge that our capacities as human beings and human beings in a helping profession go far beyond a scope we ever could have imagined.
With that, I offer this quote that speaks to the beauty of the human imperfections that the DMT balances and works within.
(And now back to my paper due tomorrow).
"Regardless of their expertise, therapists should explore a range of movement structures for the purpose of enlarging their repertoire of responses, testing the ability to loosen and retain boundaries of self, working with containment of self and others, sharpening countertransference awareness, and opening themselves to experiencing the tensions, fears, and pain of others within their own viscera and musculature. Questions arise which can only be answered in exploration through movement, such as the dance therapist's possible issue of overidentification, projection of self onto patients, and use of space, strength, passivity, and energy in relation to others." --Foundations of Dance/Movement Therapy: The Life and Work of Marian Chace
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