the dance

OUT THE WINDOW- (dance with death)

I only truly dance alone. To release the poison and pain that hold on to me. I can only let go in this way when I am supported in the knowledge that I am not alone in my pain. That I am not alone in my release.

This project was a way to bring movement to words. To provide a backstory to my attachment to words and motion. To celebrate them as part of the same song. The song of those who came before.

Have you ever wondered

If freedom is contingent

I entered the space with my bound fear and anxiety

Holding me back from release

The space moved

my body

Then spirit

As they let go

In synchronisation

Free and unbothered

I danced

As soon as I let myself back into the world

The pain returned

I have to move again

Ancestral Healing

Movement moved me

I danced through the pains of those who came before me

My pain was not my own

my dance was not my own

my hands swung so low they grazed the ground

my grounding was supported

my spirit

our spirit

whispered like smoke

my scream was muted

I could not access anger

I was too consumed

there was not one of me in my room

there was all of me

knots sprung to my neck as I shook

I spun, never getting dizzy

Like my grazing hands I was grounded

like a vision I stood outside of myself

I could only see them

my ancestors

my past

SPIRIT

it was holy

my head swung

the movement was so familiar

I have been here before

been (this) before

I am myself again

the heaviness has lifted