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living a moving life

You may have noticed that I have changed the name of the blog to Paula Josa-Jones/ride dance write.  The “sub-title” is “living a moving life.”  I needed to broaden the scope of the title to include my three “big rocks.”

I am focused on the dance part at the moment. After seeing Soledad Barrio at the Joyce, I bought tickets to see Crystal Pite’s brilliant company Kidd Pivot in December.

But that is not the real story. The real story is that in this video of Crystal Pite improvising by Brian Johnson and in the poem that follows (thank you to the Writer’s Almanac) are two of the reasons that I want to live to ninety.  Movement that is common and uncommon. Both ravishing. Both essential.  It’s about living a moving life, living wide awake, riding the moment.  Start that now.

 

To Ninety

A city sparrow
touches down
on a bare branch

in the fork of a tree
through whose arms
the snow is sifting —

swipes his beak
against wood, this side
then that,

and flies away:
what sight
could be more common?

Yet I think
for such sights alone
I would live to ninety.

“To Ninety” by Robyn Sarah, from Questions About the Stars. © Brick Books, 1998. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

from cinematographer Brian Johnson:  I was commissioned by Knowledge Network in 2009 to create 19 short pieces in collaboration with the same number of artists across BC. These were then assembled into a kind of cultural survey of the province – mapping the diversity of those who live and create here. It can be seen in its entirety on the Knowledge website.

http://www.knowledge.ca/program/cartographies

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wage peace everyday

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Make soup.
Play music, memorize the words for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief
as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Wage peace.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

Judyth Hill, “Wage Peace”

possibility

Today is a day of possibility.

Today can choose to be happy with what is.

Today I can choose to move toward what I desire.

Today I can savor with all my senses blown open.

Today I can improvise with new perspectives

(look at the mountains upside down, or sideways, or take a moment to dance the landscape!)

Today I can play at work.

Today I can breathe into the dark, sleepy places in my mind and heart.

Today I can begin again.

mountains & sprites?!

Jean-Baptiste Monge

For the past ten or so years, Pam and I have worked with a brilliant intuitive healer.  He has cleared monstrous cases of Lyme for a couple friends of ours, has peeled away the weird persistent onion layers of my allergies and for the most part helped us navigate some bodily stuff without the help of traditional medicine.

He is also plugged in to the unseen in other ways.  During a recent phone consult, when we asked why our house hasn’t sold, he told us that the resident sprites do not want us to leave.  They like us, they want us here.  Also, the mountains that surround us don’t want us to leave.  Oy!!!  What to do???

About six weeks ago I put out our dilapitated Thai spirit house to placate any resident unhappy spirits.  It was supposed to help them stay out of our way because they have a great place to hang out.  Was this a mistake?

I have no idea what to do about the mountains.  I tried talking to them today and they were completely distant and taciturn.  Dismissive, even. I have no idea how to placate a mountain.  Or a sprite for that matter.

Tomorrow I am going to meditate to see if I can tune into their frequency and explain why we would like to move on.  Perhaps create a little mountain and sprite dance.