September 2008

Hannah beginnings

Clear space. Low level Eno along with crickets and light wind. Rub face, scratch hair, yawn yawn yawn. Run down and up the body in mind and touch. Twisting and lengthening, opening the joints, where are the limits and territory of pain. Avoid the pain…. I realize I have been focusing west a lot of the time. I imagine you dancing. I rub my arm with my hand like cleaning the shaft of an arrow, taking off a glove, the hand pointing towards Alaska.