Bristol 2013. Site specific movement meditations exploring the theme of motherhood. Mentored by Miranda Tufnel. Photographs 2018 by Juliane Befeld.
Held
Received, I open, small cracks and joints unfold. Earth carries me, takes me on it´s journey. Green pillow of grass blurs everything else around me. I can sink into it´s small spaces. I heave myself up, arm over arm to fold smaller, to relinquish myself more fully to the earth´s grasp.
Daisies by the hundreds, one after another line the edge of the blanket, irrepressible, as if to say – we´re still here, you can´t keep us down. Curious, they look in all directions, investigate this small green territory, looking for the wind to ruffle them, the sun to warm them. Who´s coming out to play today?
I am held. My bones know it in the touch of skin on floor, skin on skin. Pounding quietly away inside, heart carries me. Feet stamping, I know the rythm, I know the tune, and I unwind in the safety of it. Space opens up behind me to move back into. I invite the space before me, it widens, and I crumble into the softness of it.