The oldest problem

It’s a great idea
truly well intended
to have everyone flow together
in harmony.

But then
there’s always parts that
can’t or won’t or don’t want
so it seems, how can we make them fit?

Aren’t we all part of the same river?
Why do some think that
they are the rocks of the river bed,
the willow trees alongside the overbank flows,
the birds in the sky,
the bisons in the plains,
a cabin in the mountains,
why won’t they accept that they
are just drops of water in one of my rivers?

Don’t ask ask

Don’t ask,
How can I teach this lesson?

Ask,
What excites your kinaesthetic senses?
What words and movements create comfort?
What makes you fill with wonder?
In which movements can you find meaning?
What sparks your creativity?
When do you need stimulation and when do you need rest?

On creating movement lessons

Like a Grey Heron I have a slow flight. My main periods of hunting are around dawn and dusk, but I may also be active at other times of day. I may lie motionless on a soft living room rag, or on my bed, waiting for movement to stir up from the depths of phylogenetic history, to surface to actionable sensation. And when it hits, I swim, I surf, I follow the currents; I move and let me be moved, I feel, I sense, I think; I repeat, I relate, I identify, sort, categorise and file, and after that corner of the great veil has fallen once again I might even scribble down some notes.

hips be free

lift one knee
a little bit
let
your hip joint roll
around its leg

the finals illusion

grown-ups
everywhere
speaking and acting as if
they were still
in that classroom
in those schools they were put-in as children
as if their school teachers were still standing next to them
grading them
teaching them their place
in·ex·tri·ca·bly
stuck in the endless illusion
of upcoming final exams