Poetry arising from the Alchemy Process...
She dances
She dances. Like a Spanish
queen, gypsy like,
free.
Pointed, yet flowing,
Inherent strength- her hands have held babies,
they have baked
and gardened,
She weaves her own magic dance in earth and space-
uplifting her heart as she remembers who she truly is.
She is......becoming.
Not yet, or ever,
nothing- she still grows.
More and more, sophisticated
in her passionate gestures,
She swims through life-
capturing moments in her heart
that she savours in each movement response-
Beauty becomes her. It is her.
She unfolds to her own light.
Radiant and bold.
fingers like sun beams-
Touch time as she enters the moment- without grasping-
she curiously- invokes the
place inside, that is
its own ocean, its own
river, its own soft warm
damp earth, fecund in its
potential to grow, new
branches emerge- even the oldest
trees still grow new supple-
green and juicy leaves,
and they are the most majestic-
Their strength and power
fills the forest with their
intricacies, the beauty of time
etched in their bodies,
the delicacy of their tendrils-
The strength of their roots-
The subtle nuance of the moment. The moment
The moment.
something drops. And. she-
she still sways, the
moon sun and sky are
her playmates-
the earth, her home.
Resting, In her fullness.
She has arrived. Home.
by Charlotte Roberts (inspired by Fiona Couttie dancing: August 23, 2016)
Strength and elegant grace
Stretching through muscle
to bring exquisite tenderness
An embrace
A Theatre of being
in this human embrace
in this lightness of earthly being
timeless
buffeted in and through
Many incarnations of wind and sun and earth
Always on the move
with a dignity belying the body
youthful but ancient
girl and woman
gnarled and sylphlike
but with an ease
and tranquility
A harmony, a song
for the living
for life giving
breath.
by Fiona Couttie (inspired by Charlotte Roberts dancing: August 23, 2016)
Fragments
23.2.21
Flickering light
Orbs of alive sensation
Echoing slowly through
My sensing being
Responding
Releasing
Relishing
Sounds swishing and rhythmic
Soft breeze on my neck
Feeling into my heart and sentient soul
Connecting with a wider world
Through embodied movement
Shared heart transparency
Longing
Sighing
Knowing
This is what I need
What Is Present In My Heart Right Now (after dancing with Jonah)
Joy and mirth
Ease of being
Connection energetically
Flowing exchange
Freedom of expression
The zing of sharing male energy in a mutual exchange
Unconditional
Sensual
Encompassing
9.3.21
After the rush
of forgetting
a sense of entering
a gentle mindful place
of peace and beauty
CELLO
So mellow and deeply
resounding in my body
reaching and softening
all the sitting of the day
bringing me to myself
to my heart self
to the open free space
of heart
and trust
and gentleness
Tonight's theme is Intimacy - a vast theme: with self ... with the world... requires trust
by Annie Edney
Stirring the Pot.
The dance as always, is a ritual of transformation.
And in the dance, as always, She is there,
the Wise One, guiding me,
stirring the pot, stirring the pot,
unleashing the power in my body,
the electricity in my hair.
Suddenly I am Circe dancing,
the Mother dancing,
the Child and the Crone.
Through ritual, she says, claim your authority.
Through dance, articulate your power.
Stirring the pot is ritual, is knowing,
is art, laughter, love.
Out of the pot, all things come.
And in the end there is only beauty.
Just beauty. Beauty dancing alone.
by Rosemary O'Neill Room of Worth
I enter you
I pull back the curtains and enter you
My left toe is the last to lift
And I shimmy my way in
A giggle of glee surprises me
I follow the length of your branches
Like I followed my own feet that led me here
I trace the patterns of your bark
All is magnificent
How honoured I am to be in your presence
What it took to get to you is behind me now
I open, arms wide
I want to embrace
To feel all of you
I am moved by you
I am moved from you
I move with you
I feel you swirling within
I feel you calming my skin
I am meant to be here
Magic will come now
by Cathy Williams
