An improvisation with self-touch, pouring and love for all that is everchanging, dying, renewing, blossoming in each moment of this life ♾️
Thank you to
@anishkumaruk for this song that has soundtracked my life since last summer ✨️
The video joins me mid-turn my arms cross above my head. A tender touch, pouring love down my body: from one side of my face, down the centre of my chest, around the curve of my hips and thighs, and down my legs.
I dip and rise, my whole body compressing and stretching repeatedly as alternate hands scoop up from the ground and reach to the sky.
My hand brushes arm to arm and circles my head up and around. Both hands meet my torso in loving contact again before soaring up and locking overhead. Fingers curl, wrists turn, hand like the head of a bird flitting side to side. Hands release and body like liquid spreads out and down, cushioned by knees. A wrist flick picks the body up and pulls it into a bow, head in arm.
Whirling away, feet drag, hands trace up torso and fall from shoulders. Arms unravel outwards, a pointed foot lifts from ground, I suspend in the air before dropping into the rectangles of sun shining through windows. Limbs stretched I revolve like a spinning top again. Arms hug body, torso tilts as one hand swipes across face.
Pulsing at knees, a hand combs down my face. A spark in my fingers sends me whirling. Parallel arms compress the air between them, gathering and opening out to the side. My head drops back, chest lifts to the sky as I surrender and release.
The return of the musical beat brings steps and hops before a foot flicks to the side landing in a lunge, legs twist and untwist to stand. My arms scoop and lift me onto my tip toes, my side body elongated as I teeter on the edge of the rectangles of sun beaming on the floor. Hinging at my hips, my upper body drapes parallel to the ground. Arms like wings furl, lifting me upright. One by one they lock at shoulders straight in front of my chest and I pour forward parallel to ground again. The video ends mid-movement as an impulse curves my back body, I roll up
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