Today I performed in a circle of women sharing stories of life. We all performed because we feel the healing power in that way of sharing and communing with each other and the real treasure to do it together. I feel what we do and say on a stage like this becomes more valuable and deep, and that multiplied by an audience honestly witnessing makes it even stronger. These instant compositions can open windows to our hearts, minds and embodied values. It is created art by real life, and to witness the humanity, the depth, humor and artistry that might emerge is pure pleasure.
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Spiders in my face,
running wild on top of my lips.
They tickle, nickle, giggle and brickle only to remind me to listen
in honesty and not only by curiosity.
They even prickle my ears, drilling deep inside the beyond.
Another reminder to hear and listen.
The little ones, green and purple weaving a thick mask on my face.
So thick that my vision becomes blurry and no words can be shaped
Discomfort makes me quiet.
I am resting in silence while peeling off the layered spidery web from my face,
My mind and body following my hands.
Then I can crawl inside my navel to see myself from the inside and
Picture: Smiling Spider by Odilon Redon (1840-1916).