I can take a little wander through the fields of my painting. Through the valley. A stream and nature lighting up in etherical powerful lights and colors at sunrise. Pulling me in more deeply. Similarly we can journey through our bodies, our inner worlds. Letting our body speak to us in it's own poetic language.
Our body is building the bridge to the none liniar space of our being. The sort of timeless experience of our existence, such as we are in touch with, when immersed in things or activities we love. To me that is Art in many forms, depending on which is called for; dance, painting, photography, drawing, observing, writing, Nature, Shiatsu...
Essentially being called home to our inherent YES. The yes for ourselves.
Sometimes, by life and circumstance, we are thrown out of touch with our yes. Unable to connect to our body, our personal self and even our life. Our humanness. Including all things, both the challenging, really f.... up and scary or easy, uplifting, full of love and more-alive bits.
Our bodies help us to understand that all parts are us. Through these small excursions into our inner physical and poetical landscapes we may find a little piece more of us, include and integrate it back into the experience of ourselves and existence.
And quiete possibly we may find another yes for us there.
BIG YES RISING.
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