Toronto tripping. by full moon.

sometimes for movement to be noticed, there has to be silence.
refraining from action to plunge into the deep seas of collapse and storm.
in the gaps. between the blinking of eyes. between the yesness of joints. between words. again.
the without becomes full.
the endless well of presence that is mirrored and reflects back in my seeing of you.
i dream. i fall. i fly again.

the holy trinity of movement, breath and sound.
and the love in between.

Sarah

OhMmmmAh!

beautiful people in this world.
what an amazing experience did i have tonight. being carried by love. that's how it felt.
graceKaya saw me dance last week and invited me to do a little dance in her cd release show. she gathered a bunch of most beautiful people and sprinkled magic vibes over our heads and under our feet, and there we took off. grace has this amazing quality of making friends with the audience, from the heart, she is mostly skilled in words, moves and smiles. the dancers and musicians were so radiant, each one of them. thankyou all for sharing with me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StItGacJxq8&feature=related
and here you can see a video of a radio-interview
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udwGaw18pmI

i was dancing on wonderful words of alanis morisette, talking about her music, life and inspiration.
it's funny, for years i have been having ideas about dancing on text, and i am doing this now, two weeks in a row.....

thankyou Universe, Oneness, Soulful me for this alignment of beauty on my travels, and the flow of delightful encounters i may be part of. thankyou Angela and Bryan for sharing your space with me, still and again.

blessings and gratitude,
from the heart,
SaraH.
on angels' wings

Incomplete. but finally some answer on the question: what music do you like?

this is some music that accompanied me in the woods, and that i love to hear waving into my ears. the first one is iron and wine. the second one bon iver. i like bon ivers music more and more; to me it is somehow connected to landscapes i'm living in. (just click on the link or copy it to open.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Kh09MuIfIU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePatJIwB-sI&NR=1

off course there is more.
i would like to put hundred songs. regina spektor. ane brun. pergolesi's stabat mater. sufjan stevens. some gypsie and some reggae. throatsinging. buddhist monks. mari boine. cocorosie. overtones. antony. leonard. sigur ros! nature and silence. voices.

well, two more then. women.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLx9dudmIq4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVh3WQtx_pw&feature=related

it's a tease.
SaarAh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DY1pcEtHI_w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCkK1AqsIAI&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNAKH4KdRY0

strawberry city

i bought a hat that makes me look like a strawberry. well it would for sure if it would be red and pink.

a me-treat.
X

dances!

dear you, wonderful reader of this net of words. welcome to the day.
days are dancing these days. dancing on earth's skin. sounding into space and pulling it back to earth by bouncing feet.

oh yes. more concrete.

although the city makes me a bit nervous after being in the total silence of the woods, there is a beautiful creativity blossoming in the little dance communities here, so i am happy to be immersed in that for a little while. joining some jams, classes, improvisations with movement and sound. angela, nilan and me did a beautiful and raw little piece yesterday on a dance-music-event called coexistence.
as relaxed i was in the woods, so busy have i been since i came back :-).

well,
"Those who dance are considered insane by those who can’t hear the music."-George Carlin
"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star."-Friedrich Nietzsche
"Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything dances."-Maya Angelou
for your inspiration.

besides all of this, it is extremely warm here. it is even not freezing. instead of over a meter snow, there was only about 30 to 20 cm of snow in the north. what's going on?

chaos. love. dance.
sarah

little snow left

6 in the morning is probably a good hour to walk the streets of Toronto and find them deserted, apart from eager taxi-drivers and shadows falling over their own feet. so i'm back where i came from, planning to do what was planned and then let all plans drift and find my path by stars, guts and wolf tracks.
yours, into bed,
Sarah

snow-white-days

days in the north are stretched out under a not that thick layer of snow ~ covered with a patchwork of animal tracks ~ guarded by bright sunny skies and nights packed with stars.

a place to be.

i came into town for the day.

Mat and Annie are wonderful hosts. i'm feeling easily at home in Mat's beautiful house. making friends with Sula the dog and Minou the cat.

some hours a day: exposure to cold air ~ evenings: food, talks and cosiness.

got a wonderful 9-hour nightride with Marguerite up here. managed not to fall asleep, barely :-), thanks to the interesting conversations.

the town we drove into today is called Sault Ste Marie. so you can locate me :-).

back to the forest tonight.
Sarah

North. into the bush.

what a writefull night. well i thought i might let you know that by tomorrow ~which is tuesday~ evening i will be driving up north, to Angela's birthgrounds (more precisely: growing up grounds). i'll get a ride of one of her friends and stay with another one for some time. i'll be in a place with a lot of forests, in fact only forests, i am told, and without virtual connections. so be warned: no news for as long as it delights me to stay there :-).

be well, and have a wonderful january~journey.

Sarah

different textures of gold

it would be nice to write about the liquid flow of emptiness between moments of play. about a soul's journey in a landscape of bodies. a story of textures and colours and songs, and a lot of eyes-to-eyes...... let's keep the story written in the common space of thoughts, and beyond, in the underwaterworld of dreaming.

yours.

different textures of cold

frozen waterpipes in the house make a showerless day. the temperature dropped over one night from around zero to minus sixteen. i walked over to the lake in an attempt to make my watermatch of the day. lake, read: sea. more or less endless water. the next object to be called cold was my nose. the air cold and wet, had a slippery feel to it, like the skin of a fish.
watched some wonderful documentaries about the Inuit.

some people make new years resolutions and apparently many of them have 'doing something new' as a favourite. despite a mind free from resolutions, i did for every day in 2010 something 'new'.
day one, walking the wrong way in a canadian forest, followed by a hitchhikers ride on a snowscooter.
day two, circling for one hour clockwise on ice. skating under a near-full blue moon.

texture of warmth to come: bed.
goodnight, and magic morning.
your canadian warrior on horseback,
S