A Moving Journal (1994 – 2006) edited by Annie Geissinger, Joan Webb and Paula Sager offered a shared space of inquiry for the diverse and international field of Authentic Movement practitioners.
The rhythm, the resilient give and take of the vine as it rises up and down, comes through my legs and into my feet. A soundless ringing seems to rise up, up into the cloudless sky, and again I feel that sense of being held in the space between earth and sky.
The actual making of a piece is such a magical, informative process, and you never know for sure what it will become. I always feel it’s cheating people just to show them the performance.
Every aspect of this journey is holy,
and it is the Fool in us, the Unknown Knower,
who brings the wise flexibility, literally, the “foolishness”
we need to pass through these life experiences.
These dances rise up inside me and spin out beneath me,
And it’s as if I stand back, inside myself and observe…
Available to constant change,
I can balance at the edge of the unknown,
And experience fearlessness.
Come out of the cell
There are colors to touch,
Movements to dance, and
Words to be sung
Word is the green splay of leaves
like fingers on the abundant hands of the plant
opening their palm in me and saying,
see, it’s so simple so self-evident
this spreading toward each other, this union.
Every time we stand in a circle we approach this potential to know ourselves individually and as participants of something much more. Facing the empty fullness of Authentic Movement circle, we become alert, attentive to what is present. We listen within…