Notes on the last session of We Will Dance with Mountains and the end of a tumultuous 2020.
Witnessing in an elder the deep, playful freedom that can come from offering ourselves to orderly chaos, to the beauty within and without. Welcoming in the time to hibernate, giving the body and spirit time to rest, and integrate learnings. Sitting with the invitation to wash one another’s feet as an act of making sanctuary. Preparing our ‘small and large bodies’ for dehiscence, intimate connection, fugitive liberation. How may we shape-shift into monstrous beings that can cause all the rest of life to thrive?
Crying for a vision, offering my tears as a pond.
May we be kind to one another as we break. May we offer ourselves to the possibilities of what we could become.
