I enter the studio thinking of last nights Super Moon.
I move, I move, I move.
What will be illuminated today? Can I radiate light from my limbs?
The moon lights the landscape and shifts the tides, the movement shifts me and all that lay dormant in this internal landscape.
I hear the birds outside the studio and envy their song, their flight.
I use my breath to ask for more.
But it is not to be, the baby who I was hoping would sleep, does not. He commands my attention and that's where it must go.
I help him to sleep and return to the floor but the thread has been lost.
I ask again;
How can a bird with only one wing soar?
So you are a little stuck, be here, for there is nowhere else to go, eventually a shift will come.
You are just waning or is it waxing? Be patient and trust the cycle, for soon you will be FULL again.