claiming space in the woods
to share space, to claim that space to dance, to move, and to create no matter where I find myself. Even when I find myself in a suburban back yard with neighbors and housemates looking on.
Today while I dance I find the WOODs watching me, protecting me, moving with me, challenging me, and creating this SPACE and holding space for me to dance.
When Momo sent out the call to dance the elements, I immediately thought of how the elements dance within me. I don’t think of “dancing the elements” as a metaphor. I’m not dancing like the wind, flowing like the water, moving like air. I am– in a literal, measurable, concrete sense– made up of water (mostly) and air (essentially) and minerals (more than just trace) and even fire ( food burns as I metabolize).
The presence of wood is a little harder to recognize in a concrete sense. But as I was dance here in the space created by the trees I can feel their presence. They create the air for me without which I couldn’t live. The trees hold me. I am sustained by wood, they are in me.
I CLAIM SPACE, public space, the space in my home, the space in the city, and in the parks, and space in my time as space for movement, space for creation, space for dance.