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bringing out the book


The publication date for my book, Our Horses, Ourselves: Discovering the Common Body, is approaching (mid-September).  The final scramble of editing is finished, and within a few weeks, it will be in the hands of the printer.

This project has been an amazing, daunting, joyful, frustrating journey of over 10 years.  Actually though, this book pulls from the last forty years of living in a moving human body,  and the past twenty years of dropping deep, then deeper still into the world of horses. The horses hold the two ends of my life – the raw childhood horse love and the ripened adult passion.

Are you emptied out when you finish a book like this?  Not really.  Like making dances, there is always that thing that wakes you up in the middle of the night – a movement that must be danced or another way of saying something about touching horses, learning to be a mindful being in the blessing of their presence.

This next stage -getting the word out, scheduling of readings, workshops – feels overwhelming.  I have done this as the artistic director of a dance company for many, many years.  For whatever reason, I do not feel that  has prepared me.  Maybe it has to do with the ephemeral nature of dance and dancing.  A book is something that can be held, it is an object.  Scary, that, and exciting too.

You can (please) order my book HERE.








a gift from Alan Watts

82478579cbd0bc357630d9acdae4e256The extraordinary Arthur Aviles

While the notion that I am separate from my experience remains, there is confusion and turmoil.  Because of this, there is nether awareness not understanding of experience, and thus no real possibility of assimilating it.  To understand this moment I must not try to be divided from it; I must be aware of it with my whole being.

To understand music, you must listen to it.  But so long as you are thinking, “I am listening to this music,” you are not listening.  to understand joy or fear, you must be wholly and undividedly aware of it.   So long as you are calling it names and saying, “I am happy,” or “I am afraid,” you are not being aware of it.  This surely is the meaning of that strange saying, “If thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.”

by Alan Watts from The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety (Vintage)

stand like this forever

DSCN0644We are paired like this

one looking forward

the other looking at

the one

who is leaning a little

in as if the wind had

caught her sails

gently, for a moment

bending her toward.

the one looking in.

she is steadfast, seeing

 the one and beyond,

holding both the moment

and what is coming.



imagesDriving Through the Wind River Reservation: A Poem of Black Bear by Mary Oliver.

from Dream Work

In the time of snow, in the time of sleep.
The rivers themselves changed into links
of white iron, holding everything. Once
she woke deep in the leaves under
the fallen tree and peered
through the loose bark and saw him:
a tall white bone
with thick shoulders, like a wrestler,
roaring the saw-toothed music
of wind and sleet, legs pumping
up and down the hills.
Well, she thought, he’ll wear himself out
running around like that.
She slept again
while he drove on through the trees,
snapping off the cold pines, grasping,
rearranging over and over
the enormous drifts. Finally one morning
the sun rose up like a pot of blood
and his knees buckled.
Well, she whispered from the leaves,
that’s that. In the distance
the ice began to boom and wrinkle
and a dampness
that could not be defeated began
to come from her, her breathing
enlarged, oh, tender mountain, she rearranged
herself so that the cubs
could slide from her body, so that the rivers
would flow.