Earth moves Body/Body moves Earth

    observations from improvisation and Maria Pappova




    my body is earth/ earth is my body

    I move me/ I move earth/no, earth moves me

    moving us...

    this isn't it. it's freer

    like moving dirt between my fingers and toes

    or air like breathe on and in me

    breathing in slow and sometimes fast

    and water like blood pulsing through me like waves

    in the ocean and fire as the heat sweating as my body

    moves/is moved


    Moving earth, I move to somehow love, touch, caress

    earth

    I move to love earth and somehow I feel the earth over back

    to hold me

    in her natural containment. this body, this planet. round

    limitless containment of elements and spirits.

    a freedom and a holding that leads to know

    and not know freedom


    somehow we let go, crumble and crumble and crumble

    because our love holds us from all sides it grounds us

    like gravity. like my hips, my torso moving in circular patterns

    I feel the temperature of the air and the layers of warmth

    provided by the sun pulsing through leaves to my skin

    to the earth beneath me making shadows


    We (the earth and me) are in a moment a kind of oneness

    that isn't oneness at all

    but a varied, messy and shifting thing

    yet constantly in this thing called body and the thing called earth

    really, its just a movement, a gesture that asks to be with both

    to hold and give space- to love

    and permission for both to be and to change and to grow, naturally arises


    I have gratitude that all I need to do is to move feet, bone and listen

    to the earth unfolding herself to me, to us.