On New Year’s Day, I had the privilege of teaching contact improvisation at an event called Sacred Movement, New Beginnings on the beach in Siesta Key, FL, an eight mile long island off the coast of Sarasota. Joining me was Nia teacher Kathy Oravec and yoga instructor Larisa Byely. Participants showed up on the white sand for an afternoon of looming clouds that weather forecasters threatened with an eighty percent chance of rain. We chose to see our chances for
Next Writing From the Body workshop, March 11, 2014!
“What does your poetry mean?” asks another well-meaning reader. I stumble for a response, consider how much to say, how any answer misleads.
Mine is a poetry of breath and pulse, of blood and bone in a spiral with presence. In return, I may ask, “What does your body mean? What does a symphony mean? When we peer into the night, what meaning is there in the countless stars?”
My answer will fall short because Continue reading
The poet sits at her table to write. She must do so. She is compelled. Words lure her to the blank page like a beckoning lover. Sometimes the lover welcomes the meeting with complete attention. Other times the hoped for embrace disappears. Perhaps the meeting was a fantasy. Or the lover has a change of mind. No guarantees.
Jane Hirshfield summarizes the motivation of Basho, 16th C Japanese haiku master in Continue reading