making a space that fits.
Being and seeing. so that I can start to create. So I can make sense of what I need, want, wish for, for me and for those around me…
Letting someone else sweep the floor so that I can write these words.
Finding a corner for the unspoken, unaknowledged to find out what it can become.
My chi gong practice, long neglected, the movements familiar, but the flow between the movements missing. My head so full of ideas to be realised that I am not here, in my moving body, It stops, for lack of direction, not knowing where to go…